#i‘m your idiot - and you are mine

[unapologetic-and-aesthetic]

A crule dream

Ace x gn!reader

Series: Telling them they are pretty

Description: You and Ace have been close friends, sharing companionship on the Moby-Dick for a long time now. As Ace seemingly finds himself in a dream of you, his bottled up feelings for you bubble to the surface, he has nothing to lose in a dream after all.

Header: by me ✨

Themes: Friends to Lovers, kinda; Idiots to Lovers, kinda; first Kiss; Angst with open ending; but its hinted at to be a happy ending; drunken kissing; mentions of alcohol and drunkenness; Ace is alive and well, what is this Marineford you are talking about.

Note: This has been sitting on my iPad since Febuary?! What is time even?! Its been a while since i posted a fanfiction of mine on the World Wide Webz, so i am a bit nervous about this. Also my first time writing gn!reader, so i‘m still getting used to it. This was supposed to be a little drabble but it kinda went of the rails :‘), this poor sad-boy needs a hug so badly.

It will be the first entry in a series about telling One Piece characters they are pretty. I am no native englisch speaker so please be kind in the comments. I appreciate every bit of feedback from you! Enjoy! ✨

And thank you to @fanaticsnail for being an inspiration to me for the past month or so, you are amazing!

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The atmosphere on the Moby-Dick almost felt like a dream, it was all so effortlessly light-hearted today. The soft pinks and blues of the sunset faded perfectly into the dark night sky on the horizon, already dotted with softly shining stars.

You sat in the crow's nest together with Ace and enjoyed some quietness away from the lively party that was unfolding on deck down below. The crow's nest has always been your spot together.

Ace had one too many already, he read about Luffy in the newspaper today. It got him sentimental again, you knew it all too well. His laughter was always a little too loud after that. You wouldn‘t press him to talk about it, instead trying to comfort him with your company. You two were friends, close friends, you had each other's backs in any situation, even tho he was your commander. He never let you think for a moment this hierarchy was standing between you two. He valued your input and asked for your opinion on things frequently.

You and Ace stared off at the horizon in comfortable silence, sitting shoulder to shoulder, knee to knee, leaning against the mast. He could feel his thoughts drifting away, eyes wandering from star to star, the laughter of the crew down below fading into the background. There was only your warmth beside him now.

„Hey Ace, you are pretty! But you know that, right?!“, that snapped him out of his trance. He slowly turned his head towards you as you grinned up to him cheekily.

„Like how?“ his face turned into a confident grin as well. He was sure you were just joking around. The next thing you‘d say would be something along the lines of „pretty dumb“ or „in pretty deep shit“, and you both would laugh.

But instead of quipping a joke, you were quiet for a moment, studying his face intently. Why were your eyes suddenly so serious? He blinked, feeling your eyes on himself so intently made him a little nervous all of a sudden.

„Well… I like your freckles and your sharp nose… I think that's pretty.“ you said, taking a sip from your bottle. „Oh, and your hair!“ you reached up to touch the tip of a black hairstrand, that was closest to you. A small giggle escaped your lips at his dumbfounded expression.

He was quiet for a moment, his dark eyes looking into yours, seemingly searching for something. This must be one of his dreams, he must have dosed off again.

Sometimes when that happened, his dreams would be so realistic and sometimes so cruel. Like this one. He would dream of Sabo, Luffy and himself reunited and having a drink together, or seeing Yamato again or… well… for you to finally reciprocate his feelings. When he would wake up, he would remember most of it, which left him with a somber feeling for a few hours or even days.

Despite his tender feelings for you, he would never make a move, his position as devision-commander made it difficult, not to mention your close friendship. You were too important for him to ruin it all just like that.

This must be a dream then. Everything felt so light and soft right now.. and you would never say these things to him in reality. Pinpointing his insecurities as something you felt were beautiful? That would be too good to be true. He didn't deserve this to happen to him, he thought at that moment. He studied your face, taking in all the little details he had put to memory so many times before. The soft light of the sunset making your features soft, almost dream-like.

It was a dream, he was sure of it! So why not indulge?! Nothing had consequences right now, it was a dream after all. And he felt so lonely lately, the longing he felt for you has been eating him up inside.

You blinked at him, your face slowly becoming warmer with any moment he stared so intensely at you. You opened your mouth to say something, but he beat you to it.

„I see…“ his low voice was merely a whisper as he leaned in and gently took your face into his hands. His heart skipped a beat at your surprised expression. And was that a blush around your nose? So cute, he thought. The rough skin of his thumb caressed softly over your cheeks.

Your name fell from his lips, quietly, longingly, as if he could scare you away if it was any louder. He leaned in further, his nose brushing against yours.

„I want to kiss you for so long now…“ he all but whispered before pressing his lips to yours. It was a bit rough, but he wanted to pour every ounce of longing into this kiss he had harboured for the past year. Ace wanted to relieve his lonely heart of some pain. You froze up for a second, taken aback by the sudden feeling of his lips against yours, but you quickly found yourself enjoying it.

Your hands wandered behind his neck, as he moved his soft lips against yours. He wanted to know how you taste like and what beautiful noises could fall from your lips. You where gently holding him close, searching for something to hold onto while he pressed you closer to his chest and deepend the kiss.

A sigh fell between the two of you as he coxed your head to the side gently. You completely gave in to his kiss as his tonge brushed yours, letting him dominate your mouth. A million butterflies erupted in his stomach, a tingle went up his spine as you two moved in sync. He softly explored your mouth with his tounghe, brushing with yours in the procces as you did the same, which made him gasp into your mouth.

Yes, he thought, this feels right, kissing you felt so natural to him. Your body fit so well in his strong arms. He gently bit your lower lip as he slowly left your lips, both of you gasping for air, still close to one another.

His heart was banging against his ribcage, an intense blush spread across his face. Oh, he never wanted to let you go. His thumb gently brushed over your lower lip, red and swollen from the kiss you‘ve shared. You where at a loss for words, looking up to him throuhg your eyelashes bashfuly.

„Gods, I want to do this with you all the time, not only in my dreams.“ his gaze held an intense longing as he watched the soft light dance around your features “You are so beautiful right now…“ he whispered to you. „No. You are beautiful all the time,“ he corrected himself.

You gasped at his words. Shocked by his sudden outburst of passion and by yourself, indulging in a drunken kiss with your best friend. The kiss has left you lightheaded and it took you a moment to gather your thoughts to respond. He looked so dreamy right now, and so happy, you haven‘t seen him like that in a while. It made your heart soar.

„Ace, what…?“ you wanted answers, what dream was he talking about. Where was this coming from? But you were incapable of forming a straight sentence right now.

Suddenly, his eyes fell shut and his head lulled forward onto your shoulder, still holding you in his arms. „Ace?!“ you looked down to him, his head almosed nuzzled into the crook of your neck peacefully.

That bumbass dared to fall asleep right now?! After what just happened?!

Your head became clearer as you lingered in this position with him. As you began to think, your chest tightened, what was that all about?! And for how long would he sleep now? From experience you knew, that was unpredictable.

But you have an important mission tomorrow morning! You couldn't wait until he woke up and talk this out with him right now. It was already very late for you and you didn‘t wanna mess up tomorrow.

And would talking even be feasable? He might not even remember any of this. Maybe you could go back to your friendship as it was before then!

Thought after thought crashed down on you. And the worst one was: Would he regret kissing you, his close friend, if he remembered? Now…that would break your heart.

The waves didn‘t stop crashing, taking you with them into a spiral. What would your Crewmembers think?! What would Marco think!? Or your captain if he ever found out?!

Your breath got quicker and the fuzzy feeling in your chest quickly made way for a tight knot, making it more difficult to breathe.

„I am so sorry Ace“ you whispered to him as you gently leaned his sleeping body against the mast. The waves of emotions took you with them, you had no chance. The coil in your chest was unbearable now, you felt like crying. After one last tearful look at his peaceful sleeping face, you stood up and ran to your quarters, hoping no one saw you leaving the crows nest.

-

As the questions and thoughts flooded in, you barely took in your surroundings. The mission was so unimportant to you right now. Absentmindedly, you trotted after your team members, just going through the motions. It was a simple scouting mission anyway.

You tried to stop the thoughts and the guilt that where flooding you, but it was no use. Your head wandered to Ace and the kiss time and time again. You could still feel his lips on yours, his soft voice saying these sweet things to you and is warm embrace holding you so gently. What would happen now after this? You clutched your cest to stop your heart from beating so fast, squeezing your eyes shut for a moment.

"Hey, did you hear!? Ace made out with a crewmember yesterday!“ your head snapped up at your teammembers comment. How did they know already?!

Another one laughed “There is always a rumour about him and some crewmember making out at a party. You shouldn't believe everything you hear!“ the elder one gave the newbie a pat on the back.

This fired up the storm of anxiety inside you. So it was just a little makeout for him then!? No… you knew it was more. It meant more to you, at least. And you wanted to believe it was more for him as well. You knew about his little flings here and there.

What if he was just in the mood, and you where the next available option? You frowned at that nasty thought about you friend. Ace was better then his. But what would the crew think about you when they figured it out? What would they think about Ace?!

- Ace had slept until midday, waking up in the crow‘s nest, still in the position you left him in the previous night. He felt disoriented and had a terrible headache from the booze he had the evening before.

And something else felt wrong, it felt like he had had a dream inside a dream, that had never happened before. Ace scratched his head, tilting it to the side wondering. One of the dreams was about Luffy and a giant snake. They fought it together and then ate it. The other one was about you… and you two had kissed. That one he liked the most out of the two.

He sat up and stretched his arms and upper back, looking around for you in the process. But you weren't there with him in the crow‘s nest, unlike in his dream. As he looked around taking in his surroundings, and it slowly dawned on him. The exact place he was in right now seemed so familliar.

Oh no.

He jumped up with a scream of horror. That with you was no dream at all! He kissed you and said all these things for real. And he didn't even ask for your consent before kissing you! His breath got quicker as he tried to remember what exactly had happened yesterday.

Ace really kissed you… he grabbed you by the face even to hold you in place. And you looked surprised at that. Or was it shock on your face?!

He grunted, a feeling of dread creeping into his stomach. His memory was failing him, everything was so blurry.

Did you kiss him back? Or did you say anything at all? That's where it was all blurry for him. He remembered how good it felt to him. But what did you say to him? What did you do? He also remembered you tensed up when he smashed his lips to yours. That wasn‘t a good sign. The dread crawled up his spine lowly.

„Fuck… no,“ he took his hat that was laying on the ground where he slept and raged a hand through his hair before putting it on, just to shove it deep into his eyes.

“No, no, no!“ he wispered to himself under is breath, frozen for a moment and unsure what to do now. Go look for you and talk to you? And then what!? Admit his feelings and possibly destroy your friendship?!

He didn't deserve someone like you at all. You were way too good for him. So brave, and kind. You gave out your love so freely, without fear. Unlike him. You would never accept the feelings of a downer such as him.

Maybe he could backpaddle and say he was just very drunk? That might save your friendship. But he still kinda forced himself onto you. So the friendship was likely unrepairable already.

And it was all his fault. If someone would have rammed a knive into his chest right now, it would likely have hurt less.

Ace felt sick to his stomach, horrifyed as he imagined how you might be feeling right now. His mind filled in all the gaps his memory left open with crule things. Pictures of you trying to push against his chest to get him away from you, but he was too strong and helt you in his firm grasp. Tears in your eyes as he paused his advances on you for a moment. You running to the sleepingquarters, scared and probably disappointed in him, crying.

And you might not tell anyone about it. Ace was your superior and a well-respected member of the crew. He knew you didn't want to destroy his reputation, you would honour your friendship even after this. So you would stay silent with no one to turn to. And then you would leave the Moby-Dick!

Ace grabbed the mast with one hand, knuckles white, his body shaking. He wanted to throw up, wanted someone to punch him in the face. That was what he deserved.

„Oi! I‘ve been looking for you everywhere,“ it was Marco, coming in to the crow‘s nest behind him. Ace was just standing there, unable to move.

„Are y-,“ Marco stopped talking as he saw Aces trembling back. „Oi, what's wrong!?“ he asked, bridging the gap between them with two long steps. When his comrade didn't respond, Marco grabbed him gently by the shoulder to make Ace face him. His brows furrowed at the horrified expression on the other man's face.

„Ace?! What happened?“ Marco shook his shoulders in an attempt to bring him back to reality. This can‘t be good. „What happened last night!?“

At the question, the black-haired man snapped out of it. Did Marco know something about the incident? Did it already make its rounds? No, that couldn't be! He felt like someone was choking him.

He wispered your name „I kissed them….Marco," Ace confessed "I don't remember everything,“ his voice was shaking. Saying it out loud made the stone in his stomach heavier. „I am a superior….and I forced them to kiss me“ he looked to the ground with empty eyes, flinching as he saw Marcos's face scrunch up out of the corners of his eyes.

Marco was at a loss for words. He was rooting for you two to finally stop being dense and confess your obvious feelings to each other. But this was not what he had in mind. He saw you ran to the bunck with a sorrowful expression last night. With that last puzzle piece, it all made sense to him.

The older man gently pressed his fingertips into Ace's shoulders, trying to ground him. That poor boy was still trembling. He tried to find the words to break the news to him, but Ace was quicker with his question as his head snapped up „Where are they? Did you see them today already?“ he asked with a sense of urgency. „I- I need to apologize!“

„Well… you have some more time to think about what you want to say“ It hurt Marco to see Ace like this, and what he was about to say would hurt him even more. „They have been injured on the mission today and collapsed when they came back – from exaustion and bloodloss."

"What?", the other man's voice sounded dead. This can't be happening. Ace felt like his body was floating.

"It will be okay! It wasn‘t fatal, Ace. I already took care of it all" Marco added quickly, shaking him again as he noticed Ace empty gaze drift off. "Stay with me! I'm here with you. You're not alone." Ace, staring into space while Marco talked to him, bareley registering what he said "Talk to them when they wake up, i‘m sure its going to be fine." Marcos voice sounded far away.

Nothing is going to be okay. Ace had just lost a very important person to him, due to being a drunken mess. He must try everything to do damage controll as soon as he came down from the crows nest.

[dontyouworrydaddy]

You found me lost

Leon Kennedy x f! Reader

summary: Leon comes home after a tough mission and just needs you near him.

warning: Fluff

Not proofread! Gif not mine.

this is the first fanfic I‘m posting. please don’t hate and ignore my grammar 😭

It‘s 3AM when you hear the bedroom door close. You slightly open your eye to look who it is and make yourself ready to attack whoever dares to interrupt your sleep.

Luckily Leon taught you some self defense before he left for a mission. You’re still not the best but it’s enough for winning time and sprinting to the neighbors.

As you were about to jump and attack whoever is in the room, you stop. “Oh” leaves your mouth as you realize who it is. Your Boyfriend. Leon. He‘s home early.

“Leon” you speak and jump off the bed. He stands there and looks over to you making your way to him with open arms. As your bodies collides together he lets out a small groan. Immediately you let go of him, worried you might have hurt him. “Are you okay? You’re home early.” you ask him. He doesn’t say anything and pulls you in a hug by your waist. You of course hug him back and let your hands make their way under his shirt, laying them on his back. His face is burried into the crook of his neck. “I missed you so much.” his voice is raspy and filled with emotions. You know something bad happened and know exactly how to comfort him.

You pull away from the hug and take his face in your hands. Giving him a quick smile you let go of his face and take on of his hands, guiding him with you to the bathroom. As you turn on the shower you turn to him and see him standing her and looking at you. He definitely isn’t happy right now. “Do you want to tell me about it?” you ask him with care in your voice. But he doesn’t respond. His eyes leaves yours and fall to the bathroom floor. As you make your way to him you stop in front of him, grab one of his big muscular arms and gain his attention back to you. “It’s okay, Baby. You did amazing, no matter what happened there.” you try to comfort him and you can tell he wants to let go of his emotions and cry his whole heart out and scream that he doesn’t deserve what keeps happening to him, but he can’t. Not because he is incapable in showing feelings but because he is scared. Scared that he might scare you off but mostly he is scared of himself. So he doesn’t say anything back.

You slowly remove his shirt and jeans leaving him only in his Boxers. His big and muscular body is yet covered in bruises. Fresh and old ones. Some are blue and some are dark purple. You remove his boxers and leave him with nothing. There is no sexual intention. Just pure Love. He sits down in the shower and you work on his hair. Washing it with your favorite vanilla shampoo which he really really likes. You remember the time he came home with 10 vanilla shampoos so your hair could keep smelling like that. He is obsessed with you and spoils you even though you don’t want to.

After washing the shampoo out of his hair he stops you by grabbing your arm softly. He turns his head slightly so you can see his defined jawline and lips. “Thank you so much for doing this all for me, love. You know you don’t have to do that.” you let out a chuckle and bend over a bit to kiss his cheek. “I do it because I love you. Don‘t thank me for that ever again.” the side of his lips lift up and you smile like an idiot at that.

After taking care of him you were about to leave the room to get him clothes but he stops you by grabbing your arm, making you turn to look at him. “Don‘t go." he barely whispers which makes your heart shatter in a million pieces. As you give him a sad smile you take his hands and wrap them around your waist. “never. But if you stay in that towel you’re gonna get sick.” before he gets the chance to respond you take him with you and get back to your shared bedroom.

Dressing him in his pajamas you let him lay on top of you. Arms protectively around your waist, laying between your legs and his head on your chest while your hands are in his wet hair.

“I don’t think you understand how much I love you” he confesses which makes your heart melt. You kiss the top of his head and whisper “I love you more. Sleep now. I‘ll be here when you wake up.”

And with that said, he slowly falls asleep in the arms of his loved one.

[skelly-words]

Guys, I have OC content

It's actually really old (from highschool... but i live for cringe) and way different from anything else I have up, but idc. I love them and want to expand their universe too. So...

Of Bic Lighters and Bad Parenting

cw- teenagers being angsty (smoking, mentions of self-harm, inigo is rlly emo)

The three of them stand in the abandoned lot with little regard for the legality of it. An old convenience store with broken windows sits in the middle of the parking lot, pressed against the horizon. The sky is a deep shade of blue. Silence smothers them. It seems wrong to disturb the still January morning. Though calling it morning is a stretch as the clock has hardly reached tomorrow. 

Inigo, the oldest, flicks ash off the end of his cigarette and brings it to his lips. His inhale is careless, painting the inside of his lungs a lifeless shade of gray.

“Those’re bad for you,” Eden says. She’s the youngest, barely coming up to her older brother’s shoulder.

The last of the three, Agni, gives her a sharp glare.

Inigo bears a bitter smile, hissing words from between his teeth. “Like I don’t know that already. You’re stating the obvious, Eden.” He takes another drag, and a plume of malign smoke escapes with his exhale. 

Agni doesn’t say anything, but an empty bottle of lighter fluid falls from her limp fingers. It’s caught by the slick ground, a product of its own contents.

Inigo addresses her next. “Do you have a lighter on you? I left mine in the car.”

Agni lifts her shoulders with mild indifference. “I‘m not sure if I have one.”

“Yes, you do.” Notes of exasperation crawl between Inigo’s syllables.

Agni digs around in her jacket with an annoyed grumble, then produces a worn, yellow pocket lighter from the folds of fabric. She absently flicks at the flint, scattering bright sparks into the night.

The abandoned convenience store looks a bit sad and lonely under the feeble glow of the streetlights. Eden stands behind her siblings, observing how gasoline snakes away from the building in an opalescent trail. It forms a pool at the toes of Agni and Inigo’s sneakers. They’re wary of its flammable nature, not letting it touch the soles of their shoes.

“The lighter, Agni?” Though phrased as a question, Inigo demands it.

“Don’t give it to him,” Eden spits. “Don’t let him go through with this, Agni, please.” Eden looks too tired for thirteen. She drowns in the fading street lights, washed out by the dim headlights of a hand-me-down Honda Civic. 

“Inigo, this is too far,” Eden says. “This is too much, too risky. I can count a million better ways to become numb.”

“No, let’s not lie to ourselves, Eden. You don’t understand why I want to do this, you can’t, so stop wasting time by pretending you do.” Inigo stoops to level with his sister, his whisper is soft and low. “If I wanted to be numb, then I’d just die, Eden.”

She scoffs. “Don’t say that, idiot. You wouldn’t-” 

“I wouldn’t? I couldn’t,” he rescinds just as quickly as he confesses. “But that doesn’t stop me from wanting to.”

“You can’t. I need you. Agni needs you.”

“No.” Inigo shakes his head. “Agni is capable of taking care of herself.” He kicks an empty gas can, content in watching it skid across the cracked asphalt. It comes to a stop when it hits an empty bottle of turpentine. “But she can’t look after you too.”

Inigo tilts his head back. He lifts the cigarette from his lips to blow smoke at the stars. “Maybe I can’t either.” He looks more exhausted than usual. “When you knocked on the door to my room this morning, Eden, with that same, predictable look on your face. You know the one. That look you always get when mom slaps you around. I couldn’t even look at you. I was so mad. You couldn't begin to understand the extent of my anger. And it’s a bit funny now that I think about it. Well, not really, but it is. Because I wasn’t mad at mom, I was mad at you, Eden.” His voice breaks. The vicious whisper that he’d worked so hard to maintain finally fractures. A small crack that’s inconsistent with Inigo’s rambling calm. “I always think, What if Eden could keep her mouth shut?” 

“Some thoughts should be kept to yourself,” Agni snaps.

“I know, but now’s as good a time as any for full disclosure.” He pulls the smoldering cigarette from his mouth and pushes the hot end of it into his skin, eyes screwed shut until the embers go dark. It leaves a ghastly bubble of red to accompany the other indents on his arm. “Besides, it’s ultimately my fault; what kind of brother am I if I can’t keep you and Eden safe?” He flicks the leftover stub onto the floor.

Agni doesn’t speak, whether it be refusal, or purely distaste for her answer.

“Who am I if I can’t keep my little sisters safe?” Inigo asks, mumbling the words under his breath while a hand drags over his face. “Tell me.” A trail of stale cigarette smoke and vitriol is stuck to his syllables like nicotine on wallpaper.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” Agni says.

“Sorry.” A hollow apology.

“Please, can we just go home?” Eden asks, the attempt is desperate and half useless.

“Sure, Agni can take you.”

“No, I can’t,” Agni says. “How will you get home?”

“I won’t.”

“No! No that’s not-” She pulls the car keys from her hoodie pocket, and shoves them toward Inigo’s chest. He makes no effort to take them, letting the cluster of keys fall onto the blacktop. “Where will you go?”

“Dunno.” Inigo pulls another cigarette from his pocket, holding it loosely between his lips. “Not home, that’s for damn sure.” The cigarette is pocketed again, useless without the means to light it.

“No, you��re not going anywhere.” Agni takes a breath for control. “We’re gonna set this stupid store on fire, and then you’re coming home with us.”

“Fine.”

“You promise?”

“I don’t like promises,” Inigo says, a bitter statement to match the desperation in kerosene-drenched floors.

“I don’t care.”

Inigo folds. “We light this, and I’ll stay. I promise.”

“Good, because I wouldn’t have let you leave anyways.” Agni holds out her hand. A promising flash of yellow is knotted between her knuckles. “Dad already did, and if you do too, I’ll never forgive you.”

Inigo’s movements are clumsy as he takes the lighter from Agni. The unsteady nature of his hands leaves his fingers fumbling on the plastic, made slick by sweaty palms.

“Thank you.” Inigo sighs, holding the lighter in a white knuckle grip. It’s a touch of reprieve in his cold hands. He doesn’t waste his time, flicking the sparkwheel until he deems the device satisfactory. 

Inigo snaps the rubber band on his wrist twice before tugging it off completely. It’s a nasty piece of elastic, the kind that holds vegetables together at the grocery store. He secures it around the lighter, holding the red button down with a quiet hiss of escaping butane. A flick of the wheel ignites the gas, bringing a small orange flame to lap at the air. He glances at Eden, searching for acceptance, or even for something as bold as support.

“Don't,” Eden says, “for me?”

“For the love of God, Eden, shut up!” Agni’s voice is shrill, “he's done enough for you, let him have this.” She gives Inigo a final, reassuring nod. “Go on then.” The two girls take a few steps back, shrinking away from the puddle on the asphalt. “Light it up.”

Inigo’s next inhale is slow and deliberate, a last breath before the air itself is scorched beyond repair.

He drops the lighter. The plastic clatters on the blacktop, laying next to the amalgamation of accelerants; a sharp exhale when it turns to a flame.

Inigo fumbles backward to stare in awe at their creation. His lungs burn. Hot and familiar. Wisps of orange claw the building, voracious, careful, shrinking away from cool slabs of concrete to gnaw at exposed wood and soot-stained paint.

“What do I do now?” Inigo asks, choking on the heavy cloud of black smoke emanating from the flames. “I don’t know what to do.”

“We leave,” Eden says. She grabs her brother’s hand and tugs him through the smoke. 

The walk to the car is quiet, and nobody questions when Inigo crawls into the backseat. He drapes himself across the upholstery, lengthy limbs spilling onto the floor of the car. Agni starts the engine, pulling out of the lot, and onto the empty street. She glances at the burning building in her rearview mirror, then at her brother sleeping in the backseat. A sigh of relief slips from Agni’s lips, disappearing into the comforting hum of the car’s heater.

[gorodezki]

Happy Mother’s Day @donner-wetter - You are my hero ♥️

[kollegen-den-schnapp-ich-mir]

i have nothing to add except that skinny thinks these belts are still cool lol what a loser FAT L MY BOY

legal disclaimer: drugs bad. dont consume. dont be skinny, or do u want to be a little ugly feral idiot ferret boy and annoy ur boyfriend who has to carry u home while u sing? thought so.

[mcu-coworkers]

Bonded

Summary: From beginning to end this is the story of a bond that stretched as thin as it possibly could before both ends meet again. “True love is not a hide and seek game: in true love, both lovers seek each other.” - M.B.J

Wordcount: 5,793

Pairings: Anakin Skywalker x Y/n reader, Darth Vader x y/n reader

Warnings: Death, war, sadness, betrayal, violence

A/n:  I   am back with yet another story while  I   finish off the Enchanted epilogue, this one sort of follows the actual time line with a bit of my own little spins here and there,  I   hope you all like it and as always thank you for reading!xx (GIF credits to @taika-waititi​)

Madsterlist

Two Three

As younglings you and Anakin had become close given that you had no friends and he was the odd one out for joining the Jedi so late.

“Why are you sitting here alone?” he asked, startling you out of your breakfast.

Turning to him, noticing he too was alone, you answered,  “Why are you?” you noticed there were plenty of empty tables.

“Thought you could use some company” he said, shrugging his shoulders as he sat  down.

Surprised, you looked around again wondering if this was some kind of prank.

“These kids are some idiots.” Anakin said as he looked at you smiling.

Eyes widening at his foul words you still didn't speak.

“You don't talk much do you? What's your name? Mines Anakin.” he said as he dove into his food casually.

“Y/n, hard time making friends?” you said as you looked back down at your food.

“Nah, Obi-wan say’s  I  ‘ll know when  I   see them and then  I  see you.” He said as he finished his food rather quickly.

Blushing you froze, “Why because  I   was sitting alone?” you said, questioning his interpretation of Obi-wan's words.

Smiling, he looked at you funny, “Because something in my mind told me to so  I   followed it, Pooks.” he said casually. Pooks? What?

“Pooks?” you said confused.

“Yeah, it just feels right.” he said, shrugging once again.

Smiling at the nickname you went back to eating your food as Anakin went on and on about his training sessions with Obi-wan.

Meanwhile Obi-wan watched you both alongside  Mace Windu.

“Are you sure you can train him Kenobi?” he asked, unsure of the whole situation.

“ I   made a promise to  master Qui-gon, I   will follow through with it.” he said as he turned back to watch you both.

“As you wish, Maybe y/n can help him outside of our studies. She is strong with the force at her age.” he said, proud of his Padawan's quick learning.

“That will be gladly appreciated.” Obi-wan said, feeling slight relief.

And from that day on your life alongside Anakin Skywalker began.

[..Ten years later..]

It had been a regular morning like any other day until Anakin didn't show up to breakfast at your table like he usually did.

When something didn't feel quite right you decided to head up to his room and hoped you’d find him there.

Before you could knock on his door it opened, walking in slowly you felt his presence and you knew he felt yours.

Looking around you found him on his balcony with his eyes closed, he was meditating.

Sighing in relief you decided to leave him but as you turned around he stopped you.

“Don't leave, your presence soothes me.” he said, opening his eyes and turning to you.

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, “what troubles you Anakin?” you said as you tried to hide the way your heart soard everytime he looked at you.

You don't know when it happened or how, but you realized it when he’d been sent away with Obi-wan on a mission and all you could think about was him.

You’d tried meditation, creating space, even finding him a new sparring partner so he’d look for you less and your heart would stop doing cart wheels everytime he said that damned nickname.

“Come with me Pooks. I‘m gonna need you on this one.” he said, smiling at you softly.

Not even knowing where he had asked you to go from being zoned out it didn't matter your answer would still be the same.

“Of Course Ani,  always.” you smiled as you caressed his face making him lean into your touch calming his nerves.

Suddenly you’d wished you hadn’t zoned out when Anakin was talking because now you were in Tatooine and you could sense his anguish from miles away.

“Is everything alright, y/n?” Bru asked.

Wincing at the feeling of his anger you sighed, “ It's Ani, something must be wrong  I   can feel his anger.” you said as you held your head in your hands

You began pacing back and forth outside. You no longer felt the intensity of his anger but sadness loomed among him and that worried you more.

“He should have been back by now, something is wrong.” you said as you began to grow irritated at the motionless sand suddenly understanding why Anakin hated it here so much.

Hate? You’d never allowed that feeling to latch onto you. Stopping yourself, you closed your eyes and did as Master Windu taught you.

Suddenly as you were almost successful at clearing your mind you felt his presence again. A disruption that would always be the exception.

Turning around you quickly found out why his emotions were so strong.

You stood behind everyone as they stood in front of Anakin's mothers grave knowing he needed space to say goodbye.

Quietly you backed away and made your way back to the ship feeling as if you were an intruder in a moment of privacy.

“Anything from our Masters R2?” you asked as you sat in the co-pilot seat.

R2 beeped excitedly to see you again and began playing a transmission from Obi-wan. Your stomach dropped when you found out your help was deeply needed.

“Why did you leave?” you heard Anakin say slightly startling you.

“ I   didn't want to intrude, the moment felt rather personal for you and your family.” you said looking back at the transmission.

“You are my family pooks,  I‘ll always need you.” he said, pulling you up from the seat so that he could hug you tightly, resting his head on your shoulder.

Massaging the back of his neck you knew you had to ask.

“Anakin, what happened back there when you were looking for your mom?” you said suddenly feeling him go stiff.

“ I   felt your emotions, Anakin, your anger.” you said as you pulled away to look into his eyes.

Looking away from you he moved to the other side of the cockpit avoiding your gaze.

“ I   found her tied up, by the time  I   got to her  I   was too late, those animals killed her.” he said anger beginning to run through his veins again.

Staying quiet he took it as a silent signal to keep going.

“So  I   slaughtered them like the animals they are.” he said, finally looking up at you with tears in his eyes.

“And not just the men y/n, the women and children all of them.” he said, all you could do was watch as he expressed his emotions to you.

“ I‘m not a monster y/n please do not see me that way.” he said realizing you’d had yet to say something.

“ I   could never  Anakin.” you whispered, slowly you walked towards him.

Taking his face in your hand you moved him to meet your eyes.

“You are not a monster, you are human and  I   would never hold anything against you.” you said as you looked into his eyes with  a soft smile.

“ I   love you.” he said, getting rid of the gap that stood between you two and kissing you deeply.

Taken back slightly you quickly leaned into him giving him the reassurance he needed.

Pulling away he leaned his head on yours and smiled down at you, “Anakin.” you said as you tried to clear your mind how you’d always practiced.

“Obi-wan,” you began but he quickly stopped you.

“Don't ruin this moment with that.  I   don't want to talk about any Jedi right now.” he said his anger beginning to rise again.

“But Anakin we have to, he’s sent us a distress signal and we need to transmit it to the council.” you said looking up at him.

“And why should we? It’s because of the Jedi code that  I   was too late here and they wont even care.” he said walking away from you.

“He is your master Ani and he needs our help.” you pleaded, hoping to convince him soon before it was too late.

Shaking his head he looked at you once more, sighing, “In all of this darkness you somehow bring me back to the light,” he said looking at you once more, “Fine.” he said as he began to transmit the signal.  

Feeling relief at his change of heart you listened to your master as he instructed you on a plan to save Anakins Master.

Through all the chaos and Anakin's impulsiveness you managed to help Obi-wan escape but at the cost of a literal arm, the arm being Anakins.

Count Dooku had escaped but at the moment that was the least of your worries.

As you ran down to the other end of the temple you’d finally made it to the Med bay where Anakin was being taken care of.

Seeing him sitting up on the bed the nurse moved out of the way revealing Anakin looking at his new arm.

Sighing in relief you approached him, “how are you feeling?” you said standing at the end of the hospital bed.

Looking away from his mechanical arm he looked up at you.

Smiling he extended his hand out to you for you to take which you gladly accepted, “Better now.” he said as he pulled you into his arms.

Looking around making sure it was clear you smiled and leaned into him.

You haven't really spoken of the kiss back on Tatooine since everything had happened so quickly, not even to mention the ‘I   love you’ from Anakin.

“Pooks.” he murmured softly, resting his head on top of yours.

“Yes Ani?” you said eyes closed.

“  I   love you.” he said smiling, sending chills down your body.

Pulling away from him you looked up at him through your eyelashes, “ I   love you too Ani but the Jedi code-” you began but he cut you off.

“You mean more to me than any Jedi code.” he said, taking your hand into his.

“It would be wrong Ani and you know it.” you said, frowning at him feeling guilt as if you’d betrayed your Masters teachings he was proud of you for.

“You're right, it would destroy us.” he sighed letting go of your hands giving you the chance to step away from him as you tried to clear your mind of the sinful thoughts.

He watched as you tried to erase him from your mind, his own hell bent on stopping you.

“But  I   would never let that happen,  I   would destroy anything in our path before  I   allow it to ruin us.” he said as he came close to you again taking your delicate face in his hands smiling as you melted into his touch.

“Ani.” you sighed trying to muster the strength to pull away from him.

“Say the word and  I‘ll stop, for good.” he whispered as he inched closer to your lips.

Suddenly something in your mind shifted, and you didn't want him to stop. Instead of pulling away you leaned into his lips and kissed him wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he picked you up and sat you on the hospital bed.

Realizing where you were you pulled away only for him to leave kisses all along your face.

“ I   will always protect us. As long as you’ll have me.” he said as he kissed your hand, sealing his promise to you.

“Always.” you said kissing his nose.

That same night you both flew off to Naboo to get married by the country lake where no one could stop you from being happy.

That night your bond grew even stronger.

[..Two years later..]

It had been a little over two years since you married Anakin and you couldn't be happier while he was gone on a mission looking for chancellor palpatine you’d found out some news and decided it was time you stepped down from the Jedi order.

You were pregnant.

There was no way for you to hide this and continue to practice within the force, so you peacefully stepped down.

Your Master was slightly disappointed but happy that you’d made a decision that followed your happiness.

When Anakin came home he was ecstatic to hear the news of you leaving the order as he never wanted you to risk your life but he was even more excited when he found out why.

Twirling you around in your apartment he smiled through tears of joy as he couldn't have been more happier.

That was until he began having those nightmares.

Lying awake at night he allowed the fear of losing you and your unborn child to consume him as you laid beside him perfectly healthy.

Suddenly he got up and hoped some meditation would ease his fears.

Feeling the coolness on his side you awoke from your sleep sensing your husband's uneasiness.

“Anakin? What is it?” you asked from the doorway.

“Nothing, I'm sorry  I   woke you.” he said, smiling softly as he reached for your hand.

Accepting his warm embrace you leaned on his chest and felt his heartbeat begin to calm.

“Anakin, you know  I   can sense when your mind is running endlessly, why lie to me?” you asked as you watched the city lights from where you stood.

Sighing, Anakin kissed your head and smiled, “you always were one step ahead of me.” he said rubbing your back.

“Anakin.” you said looking up at him not wanting him to ignore your question any longer.

Looking out to the city his smile dropped, “ I   had a dream similar to my mothers, but this time it was you.” he said looking down at you.

“What happened?” you asked caressing his face wishing you could do something to wash all his worries away.

“You died in childbirth.” he said, making you slightly freeze.

“And the baby?” you asked knowing of his past dreams of his mother.

“ I   don't know.”  he said, taking your hand away from his face and holding it on his own.

“But  I   promise you  I   won't let anything happen to either of you,  I   won't allow it.” you said looking down at you.

“ I   know you won't, Ani, we’ll be okay.” you whispered as you leaned back into him, eventually luring him back into bed.

Months passed by and your belly began to grow, as did Anakin's fear of losing you as his nightmares began to feel more and more real.

With the chancellor and the council breathing down his neck Anakin felt trapped in a corner and as if he was slowly losing his grip on reality.

Knowing there was a way to save you from certain death but at a great cost he felt as if he was being pulled between the light and the dark.

But if there was one thing he knew for certain, it was that he needed you.

When his suspicions of the chancellor grew he confided in you before going to the council.

Landing he walked into your shared home when suddenly he sensed Obi-wan's presence had been here.

“Ani! What are you doing here so early my love?” you asked as you kissed his cheek continuing to walk past him.

“Obi-wan was here, why?” he said ignoring your question following you closely.

“He was worried about you, he knows you felt uneasy about spying on the chancellor.” you said as you continued to organize things in your bedroom.

Watching him you could tell something was on his mind.

“Anakin, what's happened?” you asked as you stopped what you were doing

“Something feels wrong, I'm not the Jedi  I   should be y/n.  I   want more.” he said looking out the window.

“More what? Power?” you asked, you knew he had a bumpy road with the council especially since they put him on the council without the rank of master.

“The Jedi won't be able to teach me what  I   need to know to save you.” he said, turning to you.

“Save me? Anakin, I don't need to be saved, I'm perfectly fine.” you said confused at his need.

“Then why do these nightmares get stronger by the day? Why do these thoughts haunt me as soon as you leave my sight?” he asked, getting angrier by the second as you did not agree with him.

Grabbing his hand and bringing it to your swollen belly so he could feel your child's kicks and hopefully soothe him.

“Focus and tell me if you feel something is wrong with us.” you said as you brought his other hand to the side of your face and leaned into it closing your eyes.

Sighing he closed his eyes and focused trying to sense something, but all he could sense was a healthy heart beat and your clear mind.

“What do you see Anakin?” you asked as you massaged the hand that was touching your face.

Opening his eyes and pulling you in for a hug he kissed your shoulder, “You, and our baby perfectly fine.” he said, feeling his mind begin to clear of his vicious thoughts.

“This baby is going to change our lives soon, Anakin, for the better. And  I   for a change can't wait to have this baby with the man of my dreams.” you said as you leaned into his lips.

Anakin's heart erupted in flames with how much warmth you brought to it, which is why he now knew what he had to do.

Eventually Anakin returned to the temple and you stayed home worried for your husband's well being.

Meditation was useless as all it brought your mind to was Anakin with sith eyes.

Suddenly you heard Anakin's fighter land and you ran to meet him relieved to see his blue orbs looking back at you.

“Y/n my love, everythings going to be alright, there's one more thing  I   must do and then this will all be over.” he said as he kissed your lips passionately.

“Anakin, what's happened?  I   had visions and-” you began but he cut you off.

“ There will be plenty of time for this soon but don't worry my love my loyalty to the chancellor has paid off.” he said smiling at you.

Your heart sank at his words, he chose the chancellor over the Jedi.

“ I   must go to Mustafar to handle some things and then this will all be over. I promised  I  ‘d save you y/n and  I   will. Always.” he said as he kissed you once more before walking away.

Watching him take off your eyes began to pool with tears as you felt your heart break, something just felt terribly wrong in the force.

After Obi-wan had come looking for Anakin you decided to go find Anakin yourself.

The chancellor announced that the war had ended so you’d be safe traveling and Obi-wan knew your child was Anakins so there was no point in hiding any longer.

Quickly you entered your ship and set travel for Mustafar.

Feeling a pain in your lower abdomen you took deep breaths and meditated the pain away before you landed.

Entering the planet's atmosphere you began to see his fighter and R2 and suddenly you sensed his presence.

Relieved you felt his presence unharmed you landed and ran off the ship as soon as you saw him just wanting to be in his arms again.

“My love, what are you doing here?” he asked, sensing your childs heartbeat making sure they were okay.

“ I   was worried, Obi-wan came looking for you, he said terrible things to Anakin.” you said as tears brimmed your eyes once again.

“What did he say?” he said, frowning at the mention of his old master's name.

“He- he said you turned to the dark side, that you killed the younglings. Tell me it's not true Ani, please.” you said as tears began to run down your face.

“He's turned you against me.” he said, pulling away from you.

“What? No, no one could ever.” you said in a pleading tone hoping he’d listen to you.

“Join me, together we could rule the galaxy, this could all be ours y/n.” he said as he looked into your eyes smiling softly.

“But at what cost Ani? The Jedi have fallen, our beliefs have been destroyed and for what?” you said broken by the man who stood before you.

Looking past you Anakin's face contorted to anger, “you are with him, you brought him here to kill me.” he yelled as he used the force to push you to the side.

Suddenly you realized there was another presence here, Obi-wan.

How could you have not realized it on the ship? You had been so clouded by those terrible words he told you that you hadn't realized he snuck on the ship knowing you’d bring him to Anakin.

“No, Anakin, I didn't know he was here.  I   swear it.” you said standing from the ground holding your belly in your hands.

“Liar!” he said as he began to choke you with the force.

Bringing your hands to your neck you gasped for air, “No, please  I   love you, come back to me Ani.” you pleaded as you began to lose air and see black spots.

“Let her go Anakin, Let. Her. Go.”  were the last words you’d heard before Anakin let you go, everything going black and the last thing you felt was a strong pain in your stomach, your baby.

When you woke you were in a hospital bed on a planet that didn't seem familiar.

Looking around you tried to sit up but you felt too strong of a pain in your abdomen.

Reaching down instinctively to feel your bump, it was gone.

Panicking, you looked down and saw your deflated stomach and realized your baby was gone.

“Its alright, you are okay take a second.” A robot said coming in after they sensed the rise in your heart beat.

“Where is my baby?” you yelled feeling lost and confused.

Suddenly the robot played a recording and Obi-wan appeared.

“Y/n, if you are seeing this you’ve awakened from the coma you were in.” he paused.

“Back on mustafar the stress you were under caused you to go into labor, luckily  I  took you in time and the med bay was able to save the children.” he said smiling softly.

“Children?” you asked confused.

“You had twins, y/n very beautiful children.” he said, a sad smile on his lips.

“Unfortunately, Anakin turned to the dark side fully and he did not survive,  I  ‘m sorry.” he said and suddenly it felt like there was no more air in the world.

“In order to keep the children and you safe we’ve separated all of you in places they’ll never be able to find,  I   promise you y/n your children will be safe with they’re new families.” he said, new families?

“Chancellor Palpatine is still alive, they will come looking for you if they find out you are alive so please keep yourself hidden,” he advised looking around the room.

“ I   must go,  I  ‘m sorry this had to be done y/n, May the force be with you.” he said ending the video.

“How long has it been?” you asked the robot.

“You have been in a coma for 3 years, 2 months, 14 days, 6 hours, and 22 minutes.” it said chromatically.

As if things couldn't get worse you’d been gone for so long on a planet you didn't recognize, without your children or Anakin.

No longer being able to control yourself you cried, the room beginning to shake around you as you began to lose control of your peace.

“You must calm down, you will destroy the-” the robot did not finish before you flicked it into the other machines, destroying them completely.

Gasping for air you got out of the bed and leaned on the wall for support.

Soon after another person finally entered the room, “ Y/n are you-” Senator Bail said as he took in the room you had just destroyed.

Turning to you he helped you stand up and brought you to a seat you had not yet destroyed.

“ I‘m sorry senator, my emotions got the best of me.” you said sniffling as you tried to hold back your anger before killing someone.

“It’s alright  I   am sorry  I   didn't get here sooner,  I   should have delivered the message myself.” he said apologetically.

“Is it true? Is Anakin really gone?” you asked your voice barely above a whisper.

Looking away from you and bowing his head he replied, “yes,  I‘m sorry Obi-wan tried his best to bring him back but he was too far gone.” he said disappointed in the outcome of that night.

“And my children? He didn't say where they were sent.” you asked quietly hoping he’d know.

“The boy Obi-wan took,  I   know not where,” he started off slowly.

“And my other child?” you asked.

“She, is here we adopted her.” he said quietly hoping he wouldn't regret his decision to tell you the truth.

“What are their names, senator?” you asked as tears brimmed your eyes at the thought of the time you missed with your children.

“Obi-wan went into your mind while you slept and in there you spoke to him, you told him both you and Anakin decided on Luke and Leia.” he smiled at you softly.

Wiping your tears away you smiled at his words.

“Let’s get you into another room, and a change of clothes.” he said as he helped you stand up.

As he helped you walk out of that room and into another one you walked towards the balcony where you could see miles and miles of land.

Suddenly you saw the senator's wife playing with a child, you may have been weak but the force was quite strong when you saw her.

Taking a deep breath in you froze when the child turned towards you, “Is that?” you asked not to look away for a second.

“Yes, she's three and a half and very spontaneous, very much like her father.” he said watching her with a warm smile.

Noticing the bond they had grown with her you realized that as much as you wanted her to be, Leia was no longer yours.

“Thank you.” you said quietly.

“What for?” he hesitantly asked, still scared you’d want to take Leia.

“For taking her, Obi-wan was right, they’ll be safe far away from me.” you paused finally looking away from Leia.

“She will be safe  I   promise that.” he said, relieved you accepted Leia to be theirs.

“Has Obi-wan contacted you since the separation?” you asked if you'd wished you could speak to him about Luke and find out what is of him.

“Unfortunately no, there is  one more thing  I   must speak to you about.” he said, motioning for you to take a seat once more.

Hesitantly you obeyed and took a seat, “The jedi were and are still being hunted down,” he said, reminding you of that night.

“Most jedi died that night with order 66 but the ones that managed to escape have gone into hiding. I hope Obi-wan is one of them but there is no way for us to know.” he said, shaking his head.

“But  I  stepped away from the Jedi before the attack, why would they be after me?” you said confused.

“They won't. According to the records of the Jedi, you died that night as well as the children.”  he said looking back at his wife and child.

“And how did you all manage to prove it?” you asked confused of what the future held for you now.

“The queen of Naboo held a funeral for you, your tombstone was made as evidence if someone were to ask where you were.” he said observing your facial reactions.

Suddenly you realize Palpatine had not been mentioned.

“And what of Palpatine?” you asked hoping his fate had been the same as Anakins for dragging him down with him.

“Lord sidious?” he asked in which you nodded in agreement.

“He succeeded in creating the first ever galactic empire and brought the sith back into power alongside his new apprentice, Darth Vader.” he said and suddenly you felt a strong pain to your head as if you’d been stabbed.

Grasping your head you yelped in pain, a weird sensation you’d only ever felt once before.

“What's wrong?” he asked, kneeling in front of you.

“Nothing it’s alright  I   just  I‘ve heard that name before somewhere.” you said, still holding your head.

You had never been this sensitive to the force before it felt like it was scouring your mind foe knowledge that wasn't yet there.

Soon it began to soothe  but still the sensation remained in the back of your mind trying to remember when you’d felt it before.

“ I‘m alright senator,  I ‘m alright.” you said as you sat up straight in your seat.

Looking back at Leia you realized being here could put her in danger if Palpatine was strong enough to sense you.

“ I   must leave.” you said quietly.

“But you are not quite healed, you need rest.” he said, worried that you’d moved too quickly.

“ I   will be alright Senator,  I   want to keep Leia safe. It's best if  I   leave until  I   can fully shut out the force and leave no trail.” you said nodding convincing yourself it was the right choice.

“Where will you go?” He asked if he knew how much it hurt to be so close yet so far away from having your child he could only imagine the strength it took to make that decision.

“I'm not sure, as far as  I   can from the chancellor.” you said reassuringly.

“Maybe look for Ahsoka,” he said, smiling softly.

Taken back by the name you hid your smile, “Ahsoka lives?” you asked.

“ I   expect so, the ship she was on crashed on a moon but neither her body nor Rex were recovered, it is my hope that they escaped the order.” he said hopefully.

“Anakin had always trained her to survive all possible situations he would have been very proud of her.” you smiled thinking of all the times he came home smiling at her accomplishments of the day.

“Maybe if you’d like, you could start there.” he said, bringing out a box.

“We found this on your ship and we thought you’d want to keep it.” he said, opening the box revealing your light sabers.

Smiling at them you picked them both up and smiled at your tools once used to keep peace.

“Thank you senator, for everything.” you said finally being able to feel peace once more.

“If there is anything  I   could help with, you can always come back here. This is your home as much as it is Leias.” he said, beginning to stand.

“For now a ship will do.” you smiled standing after you felt your strength being regained.

“As you wish  I   will have it arranged within the hour.” he said, nodding his head before walking out, leaving you to your thoughts.

Looking back at Leia you wiped your tears away and smiled, this was the right thing to do.

Soon enough the ship was ready and packed with enough goods to last you a while, hopefully by then you’d have settled somewhere.

Walking to your ship you were stopped by a guard, “My apologies general the senator.” he said as he nodded behind you.

Looking behind you, you realized Senator Bail was walking towards you, with Leia in his arms.

Your heart began to race as they got closer, her features becoming more clearer by the second.

“ I   thought you should meet her before you left.” he said as he was finally close enough.

Tears beginning to build up in your eyes you smiled softly at her, “M-may  I  ?” you said holding your arms out.

“Of course.” he said as he handed Leia to you.

Holding her you smiled as you took in her features, her chubby cheeks, her long eyelashes and those beautiful eyes as she smiled at you.

“Hello little one, aren't you a gift.” you whispered, earning a smile from her.

Your heart leaped as she reached up and took your face in her hands, she was young but her mind touch was strong with the force.

Much like Anakins, it’d be a touch you’d never forget.

Smiling, you looked at the Senator realizing it was time.

“Thank you for this.” you said as you let go of Leia.

“Here,” he said, handing you a transmitter. Confused, you looked up at him.

“If something were to happen we want you to be informed you deserve to know.” he said, smiling and accepting the tool.

“If you are ever in need  I   will be there.” you said as you gave them one last look and caressed Leia's cheek.

“Goodbye Senator.” you said, smiling at them both.

“May the force be with you General.” he said as he watched you take off.

Seeing the stars once more brought peace to your mind.

After some time you came out of hyper speed and took yourself to the center of a couple planets so you decided to meditate and see if you could find Ahsoka's mind touch anywhere near.

With the ship on autopilot set to take hyperspeed  soon in order to avoid trouble, you focused on your meditation and searched for Ahsoka.

 if you couldn't find her here and now you’d have to leave it to rest for good.

As you began searching a ship passed by with someone who was force sensitive as well, you began focusing even more in hopes they’d be of help.

But as soon as you felt their mind touch and they felt yours you opened your eyes in horror and looked out the window to see an executor ship.

“Anakin.” you whispered but before you could interact the ship took off in hyper speed and you were gone.

Meanwhile Anakin barked orders at the men to follow the ship. His heart racing too fast for his suit to keep track of.

Had it really been you? His mind could have been playing tricks on him but he was far too strong with the force to make mistakes.

“What are you waiting for?” he yelled, pulling the trooper from his seat and into the air in a choke hold.

“Sorry sir, the ship is too far gone to track without having its identification, we lost it.” Suddenly the room fell silent as the trooper's neck snapped and everyone froze in fear.

Walking out of the room Vader barked his last orders.

“Send out the ships  I want that ship found and brought to me.” he said heading to his meditation room.

[hornime]

home workout | bokuto koutarou x gn!reader

“i’d let you do- do anything. anything you wan’ to me. i’m yours. all- all,” his voice raised a few octaves as the inside of your thighs brushed past his cockhead, “yours. all yours.”

warnings: 18+, sub!bokuto, jealous!reader (i mean who wouldn’t be when bokuto, your goddamn boyfriend, is perceived by other people the fuck), also lowkey possessive!reader, lotsa licking and sucking, nipple play, some praise (from reader) and some begging, brief mention of dacryphilia, kinda soft at the end

w/c: 1.5k sheesh

a/n: bokuto brainrot has me in literal tears. him being completely clueless to people flirting w him cus he doesn’t recognize romance from anyone but you has me so soft. i luv this man w my whole heart !!!!! ALSO THANKS FOR ALL THE LOVE ON THE BAKUGO FIC I JUST ABOUT SHIT MY PANTS WOOWWOWO

you weren’t an idiot. you knew that your boyfriend was attractive in literally every aspect of the word. he was sweet, patient, and kind, and what he lacked in academic smarts was made up tenfold in his emotional maturity and ability to read people. big and beefy, bokuto was all yours and all you wanted to stay trapped within his arms forever. unfortunately, to maintain the figure you adored so much and stay in shape for the volleyball season, he had to leave the four walls of your shared bedroom far more than you liked, having a daily obligation to spend a few hours at the gym.

once again, you weren’t an idiot. the few times that your work schedule and his training schedule aligned, you’d been able to work out together. and despite your knowledge of just how good-looking bokuto was and the fact that other people could perceive him (much to your chagrin) you were shocked at just how much people shamelessly flirted with him. 

cute girls with matching leggings and sports bras practically clung to his biceps, gushing about how strong he was and how he could probably pick them up with just one hand. their incessant giggling, mesmerizing hair twirling, and teasing touches pissed you off to no end, and you’d tug your boyfriend away before their breasts got too close to him for your liking.

something else you noticed was that, no matter how blatantly obvious the girls seemed to be, the guys were somehow worse, flirting through terms you couldn’t even understand. they compared deadlift weights, bicep curls, hip thrusts; you gritted your teeth thinking about whether they’d ever compared cock sizes in the locker room—you wouldn’t put it past those thirsty gym rats. sneaky bastards.

and bokuto, of course, was oblivious to it all. how could you blame him—he was so used to being adored! you knew that, to him, all of their praises paled in comparison to yours, but you couldn’t help but feel jealous. he was all yours—should be all yours—and you hated sharing him with the world.

you woke up saturday morning with a ringing in your ears, hand smacking the nightstand trying to turn off that god-awful alarm noise, bleary eyes barely able to focus on the text notification from your boyfriend.

[5:33 AM] kou: gm babe!!!! i didnt wanna wake u up cus u looked so peaceful! im heading to the gym rn. text me when ur up! love uu

[5:34 AM] kou: should be home around 9!! gym bud wants to show me something so i might be a little late for breakfast.

just to reiterate, you weren’t an idiot. for all the annoying flirting you noticed when you were with bokuto, there was no doubt in your mind that there must be a lot more when he was at the gym alone, which, unluckily for you, was most of the time since he was a freakin’ pro athlete and all.

you couldn’t prevent the pool of envy from swirling in your gut. gym bud? are you serious? who could that be? the girl with the arm tat or the dude with the dreads? no, maybe its that yoga instructor with the ass—

you shook your head, clearing your brain. you’d be here for hours if you went through everyone at that stupid gym that had ever shown interest in bokuto. the clock read 9:53 AM and the green flame in your body only burned brighter. just as you were about to call him and ask where he was, the front door slammed open.

“babe! i’m home!”

you silently put your phone down, teeth still clenching in jealousy. for some reason, hearing his voice only exacerbated the tension in your shoulders. you needed him. now.

“babe?” his voice creeped closer as he tread through the hallway towards the room. “you up?”

you peeked your head out of the doorframe, cheery voice masking your devilish intentions, “kou!"

his eyes brightened as he made eye contact with you and flashed his trademark smile. “hey! what’s u-” he took in the mischievous glint in your eyes “-p?”

you grabbed his burly forearm, yanking him behind you and walking towards him, forcing him to stumble and fall back on the bed. “wait! i’m all gross and sweaty,” he said, “gym showers were broke-”

“i don’t care. take off your shirt.”

“wow, someone’s eager. missed me that much?”

“watch it,” you glared. “i’m not in the mood, kou.”

he gulped at the dominance radiating from your voice, scrambling to take off the t-shirt that stretched between his pecs perfectly. with the fabric off and throw haphazardly to the side, he looked to you expectantly, the epitome of innocence.

your eyes wandered over his sculpted chest, the remnants of a soft sheen of sweat from his workout making it shine in the sunlight pouring through the blinds. your heart stuttered in your chest—he looked like an angel. coupled with the way with his bottom lip was tucked under his front teeth and the wide, anticipating look in his eyes, fuck. you almost smiled how blessed you felt in that moment, to see him in such a raw, alluring position, before a jarring thought caused your lips to twitch back into a frown.

everyone else can see him, too.

your eyes hardened. maybe they can see him all big and strong, you thought, but they’ll never get to see him like this: submissive.

and so fucking sensitive.

within an instant, your lips were latched on the soft spot above his collarbone, causing him to whimper in pleasure. you continued to travel along his throat, slowly working your way to the other side of his neck and crossing back to nibble at his adam’s apple.

you unexpectedly pulled away, drawing a short whine from him, before repositioning yourself so that you were straddling his outstretched legs. slowly, starting from the hem of his shorts, you dragged your tongue between the ridges of his abs, moving up towards his pecs, tasting the saltiness of his sweat and feeling the muscles tense underneath.

“fuck,” he groaned. as your lips puckered around one of his peaked nipples, he uncontrollably jerked his hips up, inadvertently rubbing his sensitive cock between your legs. overwhelmed by the sensation, he moaned. “fuck.”

“you taste good,” you muttered, grazing your teeth over his other nipple. “just wanna taste you all the time. you’d let me, right?”

thoughts muddled by just how good everything felt, he nodded mindlessly. “i’d let you do- do anything. anything you wan’ to me. i’m yours. all- all,” his voice raised a few octaves as the inside of your thighs brushed past his cockhead, “yours. all yours.”

you paused. raising your head from his chest, you made eye contact with him, so intense he almost closed his eyes to shield himself from the blaze burning in your dilated pupils. “why’d you stop,” he begged, “i want more. feels so good and i wan’ mor-”

“say it again,” you demanded. “tell me that you’re mine.”

his eyes, glossed over and prickled with tears precariously close to falling, squeezed tightly as he spoke, unable to control the growing volume of his voice. “’m all yours. always. all yo- yours.” he gasped as you resumed your movements, pinching the sensitive skin around his v-line while fervently leaving sloppy kisses on his chest. 

“good boy.”

he keened at your praise. another light touch to his cock combined with the passage of your mouth had him trembling, and his breath hitched as he cried out in warning, tears now flowing freely over his flushed cheeks. “m’ gonna cum, ‘m gonna, gonna cum.”

“yeah?” you whispered, lips brushing against his strained abs. “go ahead then.”

“fuck!” he whined, blabbering as you sat back and watched in awe of the beauty before you, a big strong man like him reduced to nothing more than a moaning mess. “fuck, fuck—you always make me feel so, s-so go-od, fuck i love you.”

with soaked shorts and an exhausted sigh, he dropped his head back onto the plush comforter of the bed. you flattened your palms on his quivering body, reeling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. he panted, running his fingers through your hair before nudging your face to look at him, staring at you with an expression of pure bliss and adoration. he studied you for a bit before declaring with a soft smile, “you’re the best. so fuckin’ happy that i’m yours.”

driven by affection, he sat up and reached his arms around your waist, snuggling his chin over your shoulder and mashing your chests, yours clothed and his naked, together. “kou wait!” you shrieked. “you’re all sweaty again! it’s gross!”

he chuckled. as if you hadn’t been spoiling him by licking it up just a few minutes ago. “you’re right. i‘m probably sweating more now than i was after my workout.”

at that, your ears perked up. “well maybe you should do home workouts more often then,” you teased.

“you’re right,” he repeated with a grin, “maybe i should.” if it meant more mornings like these, he’d forego the gym in a heartbeat. 

that night, he canceled his gym membership. after all, he reasoned, it’s offseason anyway.

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Pregnancy Series - Part 6

Meeting the baby for the first time 

⚠️ Sensitive content -> mention of: labor pain, blood, fluids ⚠️

Pregnancy Series: Part 1 // Part 2  // Part 3 // Part 4.1 // Part 4.2 // Part 5

Last chapter! So, I hope you all enjoy this one! Feel free to tell me in the comments or send me a message ( even as anon if you want ! ) Soon new requests will be posted again...it was a nice time with the series....I will miss it, you too? 

BTW! The request was that the baby doesn’t look like them despite being their baby! 

jumin 

Your husband stroked your head after the hard time you had giving birth to your first son.

Well, the labor itself didn’t really last long but you still had a hard time.

You were sleepy and at some point you had the feeling that you couldn’t even breathe, almost giving Jumin a heart attack.

But when the both of you finally heard your baby cry for the first time, you all relaxed.

,,IT’S A BOY!’’ the midwife announced happily, making Jumin cry as he praised you, proud to be finally able to call himself a father.

The nurses and medics around you guys got everything ready and you were carried into another room so that the maid could tidy up the room. Your baby was also weighed and checked up on.

Jumin was really happy that you guys decided to give birth at home. Of course, this was only possible because everything was alright with you and the baby.

,,So, meet your mommy and daddy,’’ the midwife whispered as she approached you, softly giving you your baby boy.

,,Oh,’’ you gasped, surprised by the beauty of your boy.

But your eyes quickly met Jumin’s.

,,Was your mom blonde?’’ you asked him.

He looked over to you. He was smiling and not even a bit concerned that the baby wasn’t looking like him at all.

Maybe it was even better that the baby was totally different.

Jumin shook his head.

,,Don’t worry, I can already feel the bond between us. I trust you,’’ he whispered and kissed his baby on his head softly since he was still so soft.

,,Wanna hold him too?’’ you whispered and waited for his response.

Jumin nodded excitedly, wanting to hold his own little baby in his arms.

Finally his wish came true.

Jumin held him and cradled him, just like a real father.

,,Mr Han,’’ Jahee softly called him. ,,I informed your father as well as the RFA and will take my leave to prepare everything in the company,’’ she whispered.

,,Jaehee,’’ you called your friend.

,,It’s impossible that the aunty goes without seeing the baby! Step in!’’ you called her.

Nervously, Jaehee stepped in and looked at what Jumin held between his arms. 

,,He looks so handsome…’’ she gasped.

You chuckled as you laid back. ,,It’s our son after all,’’ you yawned and slowly fell asleep…

Three years later, you once again were pregnant. Your son by now was almost turning three.

He was blonde and had blue eyes. Apparently your mother’s family was blonde. 

And even though no one could believe at first that this was Jumin’s son, as soon as they saw how he acted, they all knew that this was indeed a Han. The bloodline was still in the heir of C&R.

,,Father, I believe that the maid made a mistake with organizing my toys. I think we need someone better!’’ he whined, pulling his father.

Jumin took his son seriously, but of course he knew that his son was still three. What didn’t hold him back from making everything possible was his might.

Zen

You heard how Zen nagged at someone, but before you could try to concentrate on what he was saying, another wave of pain hit you, making you scream in pain.

,,I‘m here, baby, I‘m here,“ Zen whispered, holding your hand.

You turned around to him and smiled with the last of the strength you had.

,,I wanted to have a barbecue,“ you whined, making him chuckle.

,,As soon as you give birth, I will send them to get you food,“ he promised.

,,I can’t wait to eat kimchi,“ you laughed, breathing the pain away.

Zen smiled apologetically. ,,You can’t eat spicy food while you’re breastfeeding,“ he told you.

,,AHHHH!“ you hissed. He wasn’t sure if you screamed in pain or because you were angry that you still couldn’t eat spicy food, but whatever it was, he was scared.

,,It’s open by four centimeters. Soon we will be there,’’ the midwife smiled.

Well, that soon changed into an hour, two, three, and finally four hours.

,,You’re doing so well,’’ your boyfriend told you. By now you had to wear an oxygen mask because you couldn’t breathe.

,,Maybe we should do a C-’’ before the nurse could even end her speech, you moved your head, pressing Zen’s hand stronger as you pushed.

,,Mc!’’ he called you, holding onto you stronger.

You pushed and pushed. You sometimes had the feeling that air was missing, but you kept pushing until finally a cry was heard, making you collapse onto the bed.

,,MC?!’’ Zen whined, but the nurse next to you calmed him down as she checked your vitals.

,,It was hard. She will sleep for a few minutes, don’t worry,’’ she smiled.

Zen nodded and looked over to his baby. She had a little dark hair and also her skin was a bit darker than his, but she was still the most beautiful baby he had ever seen.

,,Would you like to cut the cord?’’ the midwife asked, explaining to him how to do it.

Just when he was about to take the baby, you weakly called him. ,,Hyun, let the mother hold her first!’’ you whined.

Zen smiled as he nodded, observing how the baby was placed in your arms.

,,Princess, hello,’’ you whispered, tearing up at her sight.

,,She is so… perfect,’’ you whispered.

Zen couldn’t help but kiss your head and his baby’s as he decided to go out to tell everyone the news.

Of course he saw how shocked they were, maybe because he was crying like an idiot, but as soon as he told them that your baby girl was beautiful, they all looked so happy.

,,Take her! Show us!’’ Jaehee hissed as she began to cry too.

A few seconds later he and the nurse stepped out, a pink bundle in his arms as he showed the RFA his newborn girl.

,,She doesn’t look like you. She must be happy,’’ Jumin teased Zen.

,,She looks even better,’’ he whispered.

,,I really thought that your DNA would be stronger,’’ Yoosung commented.

,,It’s okay, I don’t mind. She’s still mine,’’ Zen said and smiled. He already loved her so much…

A year later, you and the RFA finally could do what you missed last year - the korean barbeque.

And this time, a special guest had her appearance too.

,,Say, cheese!’’ Zen blabbered as you held your daughter in your arms, her long dress fit perfectly with the big birthday cake she had on her face, liking her little chubby fingers.

,,Say, Daddy come too!’’ you whispered, taking her hand and waving at Zen while Jumin tried to take not so blurry pictures of you…

Thank God Jaehee used her phone too...

Yoosung

,,Dr Kim! Finally! A dog was hit by a car and needs medical assistance immediately!“ a co-worker of Yoosung said as he cut the call.

He looked inside, seeing from the windows that a young girl sat on the floor, her dog in her arms, crying over a pet.

If he didn’t know about Rika‘s and Sally‘s death, he would believe that this was his cousin.

The young man hesitated, his phone still in his hand.

At a totally different place, you were trying to keep your breath in rhythm as your mother stroked your hair.

Half an hour passed ever since you finally arrived at the hospital with the ambulance you called, your‘s and Yoosung’s mother with you in the room.

It was a kind of stressful situation. Your mother was happy, but at the same time a bit disappointed that Yoosung was still missing and his mother, your in-law, was worried over her son as he still wasn‘t there.  

It was his first born. He fought so hard for this son that there was no way he would miss this opportunity.

,,I‘m going to call him again,“ she said as she was about to open the door to your room as it suddenly opened by itself.

,,I‘m here,“ he said, out of breath.

,,Where- why did you take such a long time?“ you asked him, worried and annoyed at the same time.

,,I- I was almost fired because they didn’t seem to understand that I wasn’t running away from work, but on my way to support you,“ he gasped.

,,What did I miss?“ he asked you, as you smiled, telling him that he was just in time.

Again, a wave of pain hit you as you gasped and tried to breathe through the pain.

Yoosung was a good support, telling you sweet words, stroking you, everything went well.

Finally, you were ready to push and from then on everything took about five minutes.

Yoosung was there when his first born took its first breath, when she cried for the first time. Yoosung was there to cut the cord, he saw how the little, also bloody, human being

to wash the baby for the first time and give her to you, making her stop crying as soon as her skin met yours.

,,She’s so beautiful…’’ you whispered. The tears didn’t want to stop falling as you held her in your arms.

,,But she has blonde hair. You still can’t match her,’’ you chuckled.

Yoosung nodded. ,,She doesn’t look like me at all. Maybe that’s why she’s so beautiful?’’ he asked you.

You laughed as you heard your comment, but your eyes never left your baby's little body.

,,Daddy is handsome, right?’’ you whispered, stroking your newborn's arm.

A few moments later, the nurse asked if Yoosung would like to hold her and wash her, since you were in too much pain to do it, something he agreed to immediately.

With the nurse telling him what to do and how to do it, Yoosung gave his baby their first bath, slowly and softly and with so much love.

,,You need to be really careful with the head,’’ the doctor explained and also told him the reason.

After your baby was fresh, you were allowed to have it again and just when you felt your baby's warmth again, your mother and mother in law entered the room, crying over their first granddaughter.

,,You looked exactly like her, Mc!’’ your mother proudly said as Yoosung’s mother looked at the baby with lovely eyes. ,,I hope my next grandchildren will also not get a single DNA from your looks!’’ she teased him.

Jaehee

The car ride was a rather calm one. Luckily, you were a bit in pain, but nothing like in the movies where the women cry and groan in pain.

,,Everyone reacts differently,’’ Jaehee told you as she stroked your arm, proud of you for handling this pain.

,,We’re here,’’ Seven announced, stepping out of the car and opening the door for you to help you.

Just when you stood next to the door, both feet on the ground outside the car, you felt a fluid coming out, running down your legs and wetting the ground below you.

,,Shit, this almost landed in my car!’’ Seven gasped as Jaehee climbed out of the red car, seeing that your water just broke.

,,Oh my god, the baby will come soon, Seven. Please call a nurse and bring us a wheelchair!’’ she whined and helped you walk a bit as Seven began to run towards the entrance.

,,Are you still okay?’’ Jaehee asked you worriedly and helped you to keep moving.

You nodded. There was a sharp pain indeed, but you could still handle it.

All you wished for was a hospital bed because for sure you wouldn’t give birth on the street.

,,Please sit down here. A midwife is already on her way!’’ a nurse called and helped you to sit down on the chair, rolling you quickly towards the entrance, followed by Jaehee with her bag.

Indeed, you all really had to hurry. As soon as they helped you change and laid you down on a bed, the contractions began to hit you.

You felt the urge to push and you moaned in pain.

,,We can begin!’’ a midwife announced and looked at Jaehee. ,,She will give birth now!’’ she told her.

Jaehee got nervous and finally the time came.

Holding your hand, she nodded. ,,Mc, you can do this!’’ she encouraged you while you spread your legs apart, pushing and leaning forward to put pressure on your belly.

,,UGH!’’ you groaned and laid back, gasping for air.

,,Okay, another push!’’ the midwife said, the same game again, you groaned again when you felt something slowly coming out.

,,I can see the head! Keep pushing!’’ she laughed.

Jaehee looked over to the midwife. She could also see the top of the baby, feeling more excited when the baby moved again.

,,The last push!’’ the midwife called and you did what she said.

Falling back, you gasped for air as the room was filled with a loud baby's cry.

Immediately, they handed you the baby boy, where you put your arms around him, holding him.

,,Oh gosh, he is so tiny!’’ you whined and looked at him.

Jaehee was also sobbing by now. ,,I’m so sorry that he looks nothing like you, but I am so thankful that you are here. He is your son too,’’ you told her.

Her lips were pressed together as she nodded.

,,Our son,’’ she whimpered.

A few days later, the three of you were finally ready to go home. Jaehee was carrying the baby in her arms and buckled him good in the back seat of the taxi as you slowly got in yourself.

,,Let’s go home,’’ you whispered to Jaehee, holding her hand.

,,Let’s go,’’ she said as she took yours, smiling.

Saeyoung

The red haired man didn’t come much later than you to the hospital room and was quickly by your side as your belly was connected to some tubes and wires. 

They were monitoring the baby. Saeyoung knew that they weren’t there because something was wrong or bad, but still, it kind of scared him to see it all.

,,How are you?’’ he asked you while you had your eyes closed, opening them a bit to look at him.

,,Good, now that you’re here,’’ you whispered and squeezed his hand with your fingers, making him endure the pain.

,,Sorry,’’ you groaned when it got better, making him shake his head.

,,You are enduring much more than I am, so feel free to squeeze my hand,’’ he told you and stroked your head.

Suddenly, the machine made some beeping sounds, making him shriek and look at it, not understanding what was happening.

,,Move aside!’’ a nurse called as she entered, followed by your midwife and a doctor.

Saeyoung was quickly pulled aside as they told you something.

He was so overwhelmed by all his feelings that he forgot to listen to them.

He just somehow came back to life when he heard you cry and scream.

,,Once more!’’ the nurse said loudly and made you exclaim some words he didn’t get while you were pushing.

Saeyoung watched the whole scenario as you were pushing a little, brown haired baby out of you, covered in blood.

He began to sob when he realized that it was his daughter you just gave birth to.

,,The first girl is here!’’ the nurse happily laughed.

Saeyoung just focused on the baby and saw how she carried the crying baby away.

When his eyes couldn’t follow the nurse with his daughter anymore, Saeyoung focused on you again, seeing that you were still pushing and giving your best.

He also noticed that by now, some of your fears had come true. He had to press his lips together to not laugh and to not make you feel bad, but even though you were giving birth to a second girl, you saw him and seemed to understand his thoughts.

,,CHOI SAEYOUNG! ONE WORD TO ANYONE ABOUT ME POOPING AND I WILL KILL YOU!’’ you screamed and finally, a second scream filled the room.

,,There’s no need for me to do that! You did that yourself,’’ he laughed and came to you, kissing your nose.

The first baby finally came back and was immediately brought into your arms, followed quickly by the second twin.

,,Both are brown haired. I can’t say Tomato Girls anymore,’’ Saeyoung whined as he observed them.

,,Nope, you can’t tease my girls indeed,’’ you chuckled.

,,They totally don’t look like Saeyoung, I’m happy,’’ Jaehee commented in the chatroom when Saeyoung posted a picture Saeran took holding his babies.

,,I am too,’’ Saeran commented, teasing his brother.

,,They look just like Mc,’’ Yoosung said, but Saeyoung put his phone aside since right now his top priority was to observe his three ladies sleeping. ,,I know that you three are all mine, so I don’t care about your looks,’’ he mumbled and enjoyed the sight of his family.

Saeran

And so, as soon as you cut the call, you dialed the ambulance’s number, hoping that they would be there just in time to help you.

You were happy that you were finally giving birth, but on the other side, you were more than scared.

You knew that twins arrived earlier, but as a mother, you still were concerned.

Unable to think of anything else, you felt as if you drowned into your fears until the door rang, showing you that help was already there.

,,I honestly didn’t think that this would hurt so much,’’ you whined as Saeran was next to you. You knew that he had to keep himself together to not cry with you as you endured the pain.

Saeran looked down to your trembling hand as he sighed.

Hours passed and the pain just increased. Saeran was now massaging your temples and cleaning your sweat.

Suddenly, a loud sound made him turn around and look back to you, noticing that you were really pale.

,,Mc?’’ he called you, making you look at him.

,,It hurts,’’ you gulped and closed your eyes, hoping that it would get better.

,,No use, we need a C-Section!’’ someone said and roughly pushed Saeran away.

He couldn’t follow the medical words as you were suddenly brought away from him.

,,Wait, MC!’’ he tried to run after you, being held back by a nurse who was trying to calm him down.

More hours passed and Saeran was left alone in the big room, waiting for you and some news of you and his boys.

,,I can’t believe that three years passed so quickly already,’’ you laughed as you kissed one of your son’s heads, watching them eat their breakfast.

,,I know, back then those hours I was waiting for you were the worst. I’m happy that they could help you and at least stop the pain for a bit,’’ Saeran sighed as he thought back to that time when the nurse came up to him with one of the babies.

,,At first I thought it was a joke when the nurse told me you didn’t want to hold him!’’ you chuckled.

Saeran blushed.

,,He… first of all she just brought me one baby! I couldn’t have known that the other boy was too weak to see his daddy,’’ Saeran said, not so loud and observed his second son who apparently was too weak that day.

,,Our Haru was still too weak while Haneul was eager to see daddy,’’ you said, smiling.

,,Besides, I expected them to be red haired. He didn’t look like me at all. I thought she mistook the baby!’’ Saeran defended himself.

Maybe the next baby will have your looks,’’ you said, patting your belly and observing your sons making a mess on the table.

Jihyun

You were breathing heavily after the third push as nothing seemed to move forward.

The doctor kept telling you that you were doing great, but you didn’t trust him at all.

You felt impatient, nervous, frustrated, and in pain.

Jihyun seemed to feel that you were unhappy with the situation and kept stroking your head and patting your arm, encouraging you.

,,I love you so much,’’ he whispered.

Suddenly the doctor said something that gave you new hope. ,,I see the head, come on, we will be finished soon!’’ he smiled and gave you another push of strength as you finally let go of the tension.

You were just enjoying the cries of your baby. Finally, you could meet the little baby you were carrying for so long under your heart.

The baby was placed on your chest and immediately stopped crying, making you tear up.

So this was the connection between a mother and her child? You asked yourself.

You looked over to Jihyun who, too, was crying, enjoying the sight of the both of you.

He was probably implanting the sight of the both of you in his head.

Later on, Lucy too was allowed to visit you and her little sibling.

,,But he doesn’t look like daddy at all!’’ the little girl exclaimed, making you laugh.

Well, she was right.

But you all knew that this was for sure Jihyun’s baby, even though no one would say so.

Days passed and finally you guys were allowed to go home, something that made you more than happy. Sleeping, or at least laying in your own bed, made you feel much better than you thought.

,,Is he asleep?’’ Jihyun asked you when you stepped out of the room. It was three pm and you were honestly also ready for a little nap.

Laying your head on his shoulder, you nodded in response and felt his warm hands on your back.

,,Lucy must feel neglected,’’ you whined, feelings overwhelming you since you noticed that these days you didn’t do much. It was either sleeping, eating, or taking care of the baby.

,,No, she is such a caring child and understands, don’t worry. I am with her,’’ Jihyun tried to calm you.

,,Actually, while you and the baby were sleeping, she helped me with something. Come with me,’’ Jihyun whispered and led you to his working room, making you gasp.

,,It seems as if someone took a picture of us,’’ you gasped, again in tears as you saw the moment you held your son for the first time in your arms from the view of someone behind you.

He also managed to insert Lucy into the portrait as if she was there in that one, special moment.

,,She really helped you?’’ you asked him again and couldn’t believe what your eyes were observing.

,,I indeed have the best family,’’ you sobbed as Jihyun hugged you firmly.

Vanderwood

,,Are we all sure that this isn’t a false alarm?’’ Saeyoung asked loudly so that even you, in your room, where you were currently being examined, heard him.

By now you were somehow nervous, agitated.

You glared at Vanderwood who seemed to understand.

As soon as the doctor told you that you were doing well and that you didn’t even need an epidural, Vanderwood went out of the room for a short moment to tell Saeyoung to ,,Either shut the heck up or go and buy your bed on your own!’’ making you feel kind of bad afterwards, but you just needed it.

,,I’m honestly so happy that you aren’t in pain,’’ Vanderwood said when he returned. It was amazing how quickly he could change his mood.

You smiled at him and took his hand.

,,It’s a bit painful, but not that bad. I’m managing,’’ you smiled and looked down to your belly.

Soon you would be able to hold your girl.

,,Three more centimeters are missing,’’ Vanderwood whispered and put his head on yours, smiling as you closed your eyes to feel the warmth your body was sending you.

Time quickly passed and you were finally able to push.

You were rather quick and everyone in the room was positively surprised.

You didn’t scream or cry like most women, you just pushed and gave birth to your sunshine.

The midwife quickly took the baby while you and Vanderwood heard her cry and all your fears of any possible complications vanished.

,,The father can cut the cord if he wishes,’’ the nurse said and of course, Vanderwood didn’t wait and did what he was told, already tearing up.

The baby was quickly put in your arms where you could finally take a good look at her.

You chuckled when you saw her. ,,She is yours, I swear,’’ you told him as you looked at Vanderwood.

,,I know. I feel it even though she doesn’t look like me at all,’’ he smiled.

,,You know, she will probably only have my looks and be totally you with your characteristics,’’ you told him.  

After a while, you decided that Vanderwood, too, had the right to have his baby in his arms and while he did so, holding that little miracle in his arms, you decided to take a hidden picture of him and his little girl. The first picture.

,,Why are you crying? Are you in pain?’’ Vanderwood asked you when he looked at you again.

,,No,’’ you sobbed. ,,It’s just that… you again look like a handsome man and… with the baby you look even better and I… I look like shit!’’ you hiccuped.

Vanderwood chuckled when he heard your words and handed you the baby. ,,You look like this baby. You’re still saying shit?’’ he asked you, calming you down.

The day was pretty emotional for you, which was a reason why Vanderwood decided to send the boys, who were waiting for you guys, home after greeting you shortly, to a shop for a bed for the whining grown up man while he could enjoy time with his own little family.

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[rosestowrite]

The Birdcage.

Warning: i guess it’s slightly sexual?? But nothing really dramatic. BUT STILL. I warned you!

Second warning: it’s confusing and i’m not a good writer. Have fun. 😂😂

One night i woke up. My head felt dizzy and i needed some fresh air. I stepped on the balcony and looked ,almost like i‘m hypnotised, at the big moon. From beneath i heard a sound. Startled from the sound i looked down. It was dark and i barley saw anything, but i knew who’s voice it was, that reached my ear. It was Clavis! I tried hard to use the light from the bright moon to spot him down there. My eyes slowly started to adjust, when i finally felt like an owl and spotted him. He is hiding down there in an old birdcage. I went back inside, to get my slippers and then quickly ran outside. I slowly tiptoed to this this weird cage, where he greeted me with a smile. “Clavis, what are you doing. What the hell is this?” i asked. “I love my friends, especially when they are afraid of me.” Clavis said, and with a snap of his hand the door to the cage opened and he dragged me inside to hold me close to him. “Now my little dove, why don’t we have a bit of fun, in here?” he whispered in my ear. My whole body shivered. Maybe because of the cold wind of the night, or maybe it was Clavis who held my body tight. He came closer and closer with his face until his lips met mine. His fingers ,that caressed my cheek, felt like the softest feathers. The more he kissed me, the hotter my body became. He kept on kissing my neck and lips, until

I whispered in his ear. “Now Clavis, i will be the one having fun! I have only one rule. You only have to do what i say and i will be the one enjoying this.” Clavis seemed confused. “Rule?” He asked. “Yes. Your rule. That’s the only way you’re going to get your fun out of this” i said, with a kind of seductive voice. “Hmm...well… i guess we might…” Clavis said, not leaving a gap between us. My breathing became faster. He already, boldly placed one of his hand on my chest. “If you touch my breast, you may kiss them too” i said. Clavis stopped and just looked at me. A smile crossed his face. Instead of doing what I told him to do he said “Hey, did you know that lovebirds have the same mate for their whole life?” I looked at him confused “what? Why are you telling me that now?” He eased his grip around me. “Look around you, were in a birdcage and we’re two lovebirds. I guess we have to stay together for our whole lives.” He must have known, how ridiculous that sounded, because he started laughing. “You’re an idiot, you know that, right?” I said, while i couldn’t hold my smile back. Finally we both bursted out in laughter.

The end

[asthmark]

❝ walk you home ❞ l.dh

synopsis → “it’s just a suggestion but you could maybe put your lips on mine?”

request → “hi ive reading your works and honestly thank u for being a blog that doesn’t write smut. i feel like there are so few blogs like so. all your works make my heart feel fluffy and warm 😊 i was wondering if i could request a fluffy prompt kinda based off the nct dream song: walk you home with haechan? you have full creative freedom ❤️ thank u”

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you didn’t walk home often but when you did it always proved to be a peaceful and serene experience. 

you take pleasure in the sound of the pavement beneath your feet as your legs carry you home and your hands hold on tightly to the straps of your backpack. the calm breeze blows some of your hair around and the sun’s rays shine down on you delightfully. 

you decide it can’t get much better than this.

but, of course, you can’t have anything nice. 

you realize this when you feel a pair of hands grasp your shoulders firmly resulting in you effectively jumping out of your skin with a loud shriek.

the culprit, none other than lee donghyuck, laughs as he watches you place your hands on your knees, trying to steady your racing heart. 

“not funny, donghyuck!” you punch his arm to express your frustration. “you almost gave me a heart attack, for christ’s sake!”

he holds up his hands in defense. “okay, okay. i’m sorry. i was messing around, i thought it’d be funny.” 

“oh right because sneaking up on a girl walking home alone and making her think she’s going to be kidnapped is just hilarious.”

“i really didn’t mean to scare you,” he says, genuinely. “i came here for a reason, i swear.”

you raise your brows, expectantly.

“i was just thinking i could maybe walk you home?” 

you observe the way he tugs gently at the string of his hoodie, almost as if he were nervous. but why would he be nervous in front of you? you were just his best friend’s little sister. 

“you want to walk with me?” 

he nods in confirmation. 

you play with your shirt collar, not entirely sure what to say. “that’s fine, i guess.” 

with that, you continue on your route not even waiting for donghyuck who jogs to catch up to you. despite your houses being only a couple blocks away from each other, you and donghyuck had never walked anywhere together. at least, in your high school years. 

when you were all much younger, him and your older brother mark would almost always walk to the bus stop together. your mother had you tag along with them and your tiny figure would often be seen trailing behind them, trying your best to keep up. 

as you grew up, many things begun changing. most notably, the way you felt about donghyuck. before, all you had seen him as was mark’s obnoxious friend who pestered you relentlessly. but you had finally realized how cute and charming he truly was. you started to enjoy the way he teased you as long as it meant you had his attention. it wasn’t long before mark noticed your change in attitude and connected the dots. it was easy to say he was displeased. first of all, having you follow donghyuck all the time like a shadow proved to be very irritating. second of all, his best friend and his little sister together was something he didn’t want to even think about. 

when he commented about your strange behavior to donghyuck, the boy had only said he didn’t mind it. in fact, he seemed to enjoy your little antics.  

mark realized had no other choice but to take matters into his own hands. so, he sat you down one evening to have a chat with you and he certainly had no problem lying straight to your face.

“donghyuck hates you,” he had said. 

you had stopped stroking your dolls hair to stare at him with eyes as big as saucers. “w-what?” 

“yeah. he told me. he thinks you’re super annoying.” 

and just like that, your little heart had been broken. you remember crying for hours that day and begging your mom to drive you to school so you wouldn’t have to face donghyuck in the mornings. mark even suggested that you avoid him at school too so that he wouldn’t find you anymore unpleasant than he already did. you obeyed and soon enough your trio had broken up.

ever since then, you had stayed in your own lane away from lee donghyuck who, according to your older brother, could not stand you. 

“so... what’s up with you? i feel like it’s been so long since we caught up.” 

you sigh, kicking at a pebble on the sidewalk. “i’m pretty okay.” 

he waits, expecting you to add on. he clears his throat awkwardly when he realizes you’re not going to. you had been so talkative during your childhood, what happened? “oh, that’s good.” 

for the sake of clearing the tension, you force yourself to ask him how he’s doing. “what about you?” 

his face brightens up. “i’m doing good! well, grade-wise no. actually, maybe? i have straight c’s which is technically passing but not super good, you know? but other than, i‘m not bad. i finally tried out for a basketball team. remember how when we were younger i always wanted to play but they told me i was too short?” 

“i remember a lot of things from when we were younger,” you mumble, bitterly. 

he continues, dismissing your comment. “yeah well, i finally grew! i’m actually three inches taller than the average male. isn’t that crazy?” 

you’re not entirely sure how to respond so that you just nod and try to give him the most sincere smile you can muster. “good for you.” 

“hey, didn’t you want to take art classes when we were kids? but your parents made you do ballet instead?” 

you hesitate as the memory registers in your brain. “yeah. i did, actually.” 

donghyuck chuckles. “you were so mad. and then you ended up not even taking it. i’m pretty sure it was because you threw a huge tantrum outside your house.” 

you titter at the embarrassing memory. “i totally forgot about that. you must have a crazy good memory.” 

he shrugs. “kind of. but i think my favorite one has to be when you tried sneaking out of your bedroom window but you fell and ended up with a fractured ankle.” 

your eyes dart to him. “oh my god, how do you know that? did mark tell you? because i swear if he did i’m gonna—”

“it wasn’t him.” 

“then who was it?” 

he suddenly becomes shy. “i, um, heard  you telling your friends about it.” 

“you were eavesdropping?” 

he fiddles with his earring, nervously. “i guess. but i swear it wasn’t to be creepy—”

“sounds pretty creepy to me, donghyuck.” 

he sighs in defeat. “i just wanted to hear your voice.”  

you stumble over nothing. “i’m sorry, what?” 

“you’re never around me anymore,” he says, sounding hurt. “i know you’re avoiding me. and i don’t know why. but i still try to be close to you without upsetting you. i try to meet your eyes when you pass by in the hallway, i try to go by your house as much as i can so i can catch a glimpse of you. but it never works.”  

ever since mark had told you how donghyuck felt about you, you swore to yourself you would stop caring about him. although, at this moment, you can’t help but feel slightly guilty. you try to come to your senses.  

“i thought i was annoying,” you mumble. 

he squints his eyes. “what? who said that?” 

you stop dead in your tracks. “you’re kidding right? you did! you said i was annoying and that you hated me.” 

he stares off into the distance, trying to concentrate. “i really don’t remember saying that to you.” 

“you didn’t. you told mark. mark told me. i never forgot it.” 

“okay, i definitely didn’t say anything like that to mark. the only thing i remember telling him was—“ he stops, abruptly. 

you press further. “what did you tell him, donghyuck?” 

“that i had a crush on you.” 

it takes you a moment to process the words that come out of his mouth. “are you messing with me?” 

he scowls. “no! it took a lot of guts, i remember being so nervous to tell him. i thought he would tell you for me but i guess he said the complete opposite.”  

strangely enough, you believe him. you decide to confess too. “well... i had a crush on you too.” 

now it’s his turn to be stunned into silence. “seriously?” 

“yes! i thought it was so obvious.”  

“i would have never known.” he runs a hand through his hair. “just imagine what would have happened if mark had told either of us how the other felt. why do you think he lied about all that stuff, anyway?”  

“knowing him, he couldn’t stand the thought of his little sister and best friend liking each other so he tried to keep us apart by lying and hoping we’d just forget about each other or something. what an idiot.” 

“jokes on him if he thinks i would forget you. we might’ve been like 12 but i was ready to commit.”

you chuckle. “and how about now? still willing to?” 

he smiles, pearly whites on display. “always.”

##bonus: 

you stop at the front steps of your house, turning to donghyuck and grinning from ear to ear. “well, thanks for walking with me. i’m glad we finally got things sorted out.” 

he nods. “i’ve missed you.” 

you bite your lip. “i’ve missed you, too.”

he ruffles your hair. “you’re still super adorable, by the way.” 

“and you’re still super—“ you run your fingers over the smooth skin of his cheeks before squeezing them. “annoying.”  

he pouts. “that was mean.” 

you place your hands on his shoulders. “sorry, cutie. i couldn’t help it.” 

“make it up to me?” 

“and how would i do that?” 

“it’s just a suggestion but you could maybe put your lips on mine?”

you smile, more than happy to follow through with his instructions. as you lean in, you feel your inner little girl get the best of you. your heart speeds up and you hold your clammy hands together tightly behind his head.

“what is going on here?!” 

you both jump back from each other to face mark standing in the doorway of your house. he wastes no time dashing down the stairs, coming straight for the brunette beside you.

“lee donghyuck, i’m going to strangle you!”

at hearing the pure anger in mark’s voice, donghyuck’s face drops. he presses a quick kiss to your lips. you don’t even have time to feel any form of surprise because before you can even register what was happening, he’s making a run for it with mark right behind him.

[linhlotustories]

It started with Peonies Ch 2

“He was spying on me!”

Ladybug swung after him, straining her muscles in a desperate attempt to catch up with him. When she finally got close enough, she wrapped her yoyo around him and pulled him towards her.

“What were you thinking?” She grabbed his shoulders and shook him. “Why did you follow me?”

When he didn’t respond, just staring at her, she shook him again. “Answer me!”

“You were humming the same song at school today. I thought it was one hell of a coincidence if you looked so similar, had the same song stuck in your head, and had such similar personalities. So, after you left, I went to your house to see if I was right. I’m sorry, M’lady, I just couldn’t help myself. I’ve been wanting to know who you are ever since I met you and I was so close. It was just . . . too good a chance to pass up. I’m sorry.”

She examined his face as he hung his head. He seemed genuinely sorry, like he couldn’t help himself.

Pulling him in for a hug, she buried her face in his chest.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you, Chaton. I was just upset. I wasn’t ready to reveal my identity yet,” she mumbled as all her energy drained away.

She slumped and rubbed her temples with the tips of her fingers. She was so tired. Being the savior of Paris had its perks, but constantly going without sleep was not one of them.

“Wait!” She jerked away.“Did you say you saw me at school?”

“Uh, n-no?”

“But that means you go to my school!” She narrowed her eyes at him. “Or you were stalking me.”

“I wasn’t stalking you, I promise!” He held up his hands in surrender.

She took a step towards him. “And how do I know you aren’t lying?”

“Because of this. PLAGG, CLAWS IN!”

He closed his eyes as his transformation disappeared in a flash of green light.

“No!” she shrieked as she spun around and pressed her palms to her eyes. “Don’t! I shouldn’t know your identity.”

His hands wrapped around her wrists and he tugged at them gently.

“Please? I already know yours. It’s not fair if you don’t know mine.”

“This isn’t about fair, it’s about Hawkmoth. If we know each other’s identities and one of us gets akumatized or he makes one of us believe that the other is in danger, any number of things could go wrong. He could take over the world.” She froze, remembering another possibility.” “Or,” she whispered, “everything could be destroyed.”

“It’s okay. No one has to know that we know, we can get through this together. It’s you and me against the world, remember?”

Chat pulled her in for a hug as a single tear slipped down her cheek.

“But what if someone finds out? What if this reveal decides who wins? I don’t want to make a bad decision,” she sobbed into his shoulder.

“You won’t. Hawkmoth can’t defeat us. We’re a team and the only ones who can take that away are us.” He paused. “I know that this is scary, but we can do anything if we just remember that. We’re Ladybug and Chat Noir. We’re superheroes. We are a team. What can go wrong?”

“Shh! Don’t say that! You’ll jinx us!”

“I can’t jinx us if I‘m right.”

“If something happens, it’ll be my fault, though. I couldn’t live with myself if you died because of me.”

“I won’t die.”

“You don’t know that!” More tears poured from her eyes and she stifled a sob.“You don’t know that,” she whimpered.

“I do. With you by my side, I couldn’t die if I tried. You’re too stubborn to let me. Come on, Marinette, just open your eyes. Everything will be fine.”

“Promise?” she asked, her voice small.

“Cat’s honor.”

“Okay.”

Marinette inched her eyes open and gasped.

“Adrien?”

“Yep. Is that . . . okay?”

“Okay? It’s incredible! It was you all this time?”

He nodded.

“Oh no. Oh no! I rejected Adrien Agreste?! I could have been dating Adrien this entire time!” She dug her hands into her hair and groaned. “I am such an idiot!”

“Wait, what? First of all, you’re not an idiot. Second, what do you mean you could have been dating me? Do you have a crush on me, M’Lady?”

“Did I just say that out loud?”

He grinned smugly, like a cat that had just cornered a mouse. “Yes.”

She groaned again and hid her face in her hands. “My life is over.”

“No, it’s just beginning. Like our relationship purrhaps?”

“Huh?”

She looked up and stared at him, her cheeks flushed.

He bent down and caressed her cheek.

“We’ve been dancing around each other all this time. Don’t you think we deserve to be happy?” He looked upon her and smiled gently, “Can I kiss you?”

She nodded.

He gently pressed his lips against hers.

Her eyes slid closed and she reveled in the feeling of being kissed by Adrien Agreste. Her friend. Her partner. Her Chaton.

His lips were soft and plump and electric against hers. His thumb rubbed circles on her cheek, sending shivers down her spine.

He smelled of cinnamon and camembert with the faintest hint of peppermint.

After a few moments, he pulled back and looked at her, his expression gentle and sincere.

“Will you give me a chance?”

“Of course I will, Chaton.”

This time, it was her that initiated the kiss.

Thank you to my wonderful betas Ever_Lore and buggabae!

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[prismatica-the-strange]

(Fluster Friday) turned a whole story again… so enjoy? 😜

„I know this is an unusual situation, but I can assure you, you will get your private quarters back ASAP. Until then Colonel O‘Neill and Dr. Jackson as well as Major Carter and Dr. Dread will bunk up together. I apologize for the inconvenience. You are dismissed.“ OK, don’t panic. There has been a security breach and a couple of floors cannot be entered, and no one is allowed leave the mountain until the traitor is identified. Awesome. At least you can share a room with Sam, it’s going to be like a sleepover. She waves you over to speak to you „Hey, roomie!“ you greet her, as happy as the Situation allows.

„Yeah, about that… listen. You know I‘d love to share a room with you, but we’re trapped here for at least two weeks, everyone is on the hunt for any weird behavior, the improvised quarters are the only places without cameras, and I cannot go another two or more weeks without his touch. So please, please, please play along and let me bunk with Jack. I’m going crazy if I don’t get laid soon.“

you stare at her blankly „You‘re kidding, right?! Tell me you did not just ask me to sleep next to Daniel for two weeks! Sam! I can’t. He hates me. I cannot endure his toxic behavior for this long.“

she looks at you and continues „He definitely does not hate you. And I talk to him, he‘ll be the perfekt gentleman, nice and kind. Like always.“

„Like Always?! Sam, he cannot stand to be near me. As soon as I enter a room he leaves! WTF?!“

„Pleeeeeeeaaaase 🥺🥺🥺“ She begs

„fine. But you owe be therapy and a big favor!“ screw it, you’re just a big softie for their secret relationship. Here we go, two weeks of cold shoulders and silence ahead of you. Great.

When you enter „your“ room Daniel is already there, he‘s taken the right side of the only (great. Just great.) bed and the desk is already a mess of books and papers. You straighten your shoulders and look at him:

„Listen, Daniel. I know you’re not a fan of mine, and I‘m sorry that you’re annoyed with my presence here. I’m doing Sam and Jack a favor, just like you. So can we please at least try to get along? I promise I won’t bother you if possible. I just a place for my laptop and you can have whatever else you need.“

„Who told you that?“ he asks you.

„Told me what?“ you ask back.

„That I don‘t like you.“ he clarifies.

„No one, but you with your very distinctive behavior.“ you shoot back. What the fuck is wrong with him?!

„What did I do?“ he asks again.

You are about to lose your patience. „Daniel do you think I‘m stupid? Are you enjoying this?! What did you do?! Well let’s see… you always leave the room as soon as I enter, you never even talk to me, in fact this is the longest conversation we had in weeks, when we walk by each other in the hallway you make an effort to look away, I’m convinced one time you nearly threw up when you saw me… you obviously hate me.“ you are nearly screaming now you don’t remember the last time you were this hurt.

„No!“ he says. „No no no no… oh my god… You‘ve got that all wrong.“ he babbles.

„Yeah, sorry my bad!“ you‘re close to crying now.

„I think you are exceptionally bright and you mind is amazing. I’m enjoying talking to you, but this conversation is going in the wrong direction. I‘m stupid! And here is why: I leave the room, because you smell nice and I cannot form a coherent thought when you are near me, I start sweating and I get anxious that you might notice. So I run away. I love talking to you but as I mentioned before my brain just shuts of and I don’t know what to say, so I say nothing. I don’t look away on purpose, but one time I ran full force against a security door because I was distracted by you, and that hurt a lot, so now I’m kinda scared this will happen again, and I was chocking on my oatmeal because you smiled at me and I lost it. I’m a decent linguist and an absolute idiot, that brings me in the fun situation that I don’t know how to tell you that I love you in 23 different languages.“

*Silence*

„You what?“ Is the only answer you can manage.

„Love you?“ 🥺 he says, half hopeful half sad. „Listen, It’s ok, if you don’t Love or even like me back. Given how I made you feel. And for the record: I’m very sorry for that! But I figured there is no way around telling you, since we have to share this room now. So it probably will still be awkward, but at least you know it’s not like you thought. Could you please say something. I’m starting to get anxious again.“

*Silence*

„Bunny please, say something. Anything.“ he begs you.

You are still in shock but you have mercy, and obviously bad impulse control because the next Second your throwing yourself in his arms. Daniel is shocked and doesn’t move, to scared to scare you away again.

„You know,“ you start talking „you do smell very nice as well.“ he relaxes into your embrace. „And I like talking to you as well,“ his arms circle around your waist „here are no dangerous doors, that could hurt you,“ he allows his head to lower onto yours „so we can look and smile and talk and even touch all we want. We have at least two weeks time to figure this, us, out.“ he lets out a long breath. His whole body relaxes against yours.

„You’re not mad?“ he asks hopefully.

„I was. And I‘m still not sure what’s going to come out of this. But this is nice. And since my thinking got us in this misunderstanding I‘m going with my intuition from now on. And my intuition tells me to trust you.“

„Don’t worry! I’m not going to take advantage of this situation. You will not be harassed by me, I hope you know that.“ he tells you while he goes over to the desk to take a sip of water.

„Yeah I know that.“ you tell him smiling „but mostly because it’s not harassment if I consent.“

He nearly chokes on his water. The two weeks ahead are going to be more fun than you thought.

This is so cute!!!!

I can clearly picture him running full force into a door because he's too busy staring at Bunny, and after they get together it starts happening again. And she has to hold back giggles when she hurries over to make sure he's alright.

I just love that he get's so anxious around her because he likes her so much 🥺🥺 and then he's just completely baffled when she tells him that she knows he hates her because he doesn't realize he's been acting like an idiot.

Also the SamxJack subplot is amazing and I love them, omg 😍😍

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Daniel Jackson taglist: @mysg1spacemonkey @sgcprometheus @i-am-morrigans-apprentice @malcolm-reeds-pineapple @witching-things @reeseykins @abnormalvampire64 @girl-obsessed-with-things @gatez @just-a-si-fi-nerd @ghostlyfanparadise @mysweetlittledesire @pleasantfankingdom @iyungdoki

[jbbuckybarnes]

keeping a promise - p.d.

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, flirting, cute beeps A/N: “Imagine getting your comfort characters jacket / cape.”

COMFORT CHARACTER MASTERLIST

You heard your name screamed through comms, drowned out by alarms going off inside of your jet. The wing started going in circles towards the current dark side of Tatooine as you tried to get all the levers right to prepare for a crash landing that hopefully wouldn‘t kill you. „BB-12, E-protocol R-engine S-E.“ You heard faint beeps from above as you saw the sand come closer and closer. With a push in the engine still working and his redirection of the jet you were at least not flying a complete nosedive anymore. „NOW!“ You yelled as you dragged back as far as you could to land flat. With loud dragging, cracking and booming noises accompanied by overwhelmed beeps above you in-between, you were shaken around in your cockpit, knocking you out. „Y/N. Y/N. Please please please wake up. C‘mon, don‘t die on me after this amazing crash landing, I need to compliment you on that, do you hear me? Don‘t kriffing die on me! Y/N?“ You heard through cotton clouds. „Poe?“ You whispered and slowly opened your eyes to darkness and a dimly lit cockpit and Commander. „Thank maker, you‘re not completely messed up.“ He sighed with gratitude before opening your safety belts. „Ouch.“ You whimpered as your arms were moved out of the shoulder safety. „What hurts, Y/N?“ He frowned concerned and saw you mouth *Brain* before he chuckled. „I lost contact shortly after you were shot out of the sky. Don‘t know when they will come, so you better not be bleeding out.“ He mumbled with a soft smile on his face, before picking you up out of the seat and out of the jet entirely. You were put down in the cold night sand and had your overall opened up, „I‘m gonna check your ribs, yeah?“ „Yeah.“ You mumbled still half out of it. Warm fingers gently pushed around your upper torso until you whimpered, „Yup, that‘s gonna be all colors of the rainbow by tomorrow.“ „I‘ll go crazy if you don‘t give me some painkiller.“ You groaned and heard a huff. „BB-8?“ You heard a little *On it!*

You felt a spray around you face and then your ribs and mumbled a little, „Thank you, little orange.“ „Little orange?“ You heard Poe chuckle and grinned back with closed eyes. „Well, mine is pale pink.“ You shrugged and instantly hissed at the pain. „Don‘t move until that painkiller sets in. Don‘t need you crying, yeah?“ He smiled and got your hair out of your face. „You‘re such a pain in the ass, you know that?“ You mumbled as you slowly felt your headache swell down. „Heard it before.“ He mumbled and played with the sand before looking up at you again and frowning. „What?“ You dipped your head and felt your concussion become more manageable. Has this absolute idiot given you bacta or something? „You‘re shaking.“ He commented and grabbed your forearm gently. Now that he mentioned it and the adrenaline went down, you felt the cold temperature of the desert night. He got up and went to his X-Wing to get something, before coming back with his jacket. „Why aren‘t YOU freezing?“ You asked with a raised eyebrow. „I worked on Kijimi, I‘m used to it.“ He shrugged and put the jacket around your shoulders. „Thank you, really.“ You looked up at him and saw a look of pure softness on his face. „You wanna cram into my jet to not completely freeze to pieces until they come?“ He asked, holding out his hands. You nodded and grabbed them, having your world spinning again seconds later and being caught by your Commander. „Alright, that‘s one hell of a concussion. Let me carry you, yeah?“ He spoke softly to not cause more headaches. A minute later you found yourself on his lap in his pilot seat, the cockpit closing up, „This is on the fine line between cozy and I‘d kill you if we stay like this for more than 5 hours.“ He mumbled against your shoulder. „If I wouldn‘t need my BB unit, I‘d just fly us back.“ You chuckled and pulled the jacket closer around you. „It looks good on you, you know?“ He commented and watched your reactions. „Of course it does, like everything else I wear.“ You chuckled lightly. You weren‘t gonna let this chaotic idiot flirt with you while you had a concussion. That sounded like a recipe for disaster. „You can keep it later, if you want.“ He pulled it closer around you, pulling you closer to him in the same movement. „Oh, I don‘t think I need one. I have like 3 in my closet back on base.“ You leaned back against his shoulder. „You can never have enough jackets.“ You heard and chuckled.

There was a comfortable silence for a while, staring up at the night sky without any light pollution. „I really thought I‘d lose you there, you know?“ He murmured and grabbed one of your hands laying above his arms winding around you. „I would‘ve been okay with that.“ You shrugged, this time there wasn‘t pain. „Really?“ He asked, a little surprised. „If it‘s for something good like this? Yeah. I‘d rather die for a better world than stay alive for how it is now.“ You explained while watching some spaceships zoom by in the night sky. „We‘re close to the end of the war, wouldn‘t want you to die now.“ He squeezed your hand. „Like I said, I‘d still be okay with that.“ You knew he was frowning at what you said. „What does a better world look like for you?“ You heard softly spoken behind you. „No war, freedom for everyone who wants it, a unified galaxy but enough self identity for every system or planet. Maybe living on a green planet in the middle of nowhere, just not doing anything but surviving and finally being an individual again without a group mentality for war anymore. Maybe flying places here and there, but overall just not doing these things anymore. I like flying, I don‘t like fighting.“ He took everything you said in for a second before responding, „I understand you so well. But I think I couldn‘t live without a cause to fight for in the end.“ „You have integrated war as your identity.“ You pointed out and felt his hand loosen around yours. „Yeah, I guess so.“ He mumbled with a sigh. By the morning you were rescued, including your ship and BB unit. You had managed to sleep in two shifts, had almost gunned down a group of Jawas and had talked about flying a lot more. On the flight back a medic checked you through and gave you the go and no-flying time of a week. When you landed on Ajan Kloss you just wanted to sleep in your mass of blankets you had acquired over the years of missions in marketplaces. „Oh, I almost forgot. Here‘s your jacket.“ You held out your jacket to Poe while keeping up with his pace. „I said you can keep it.“ He smiled at you and pushed it in your direction. „Fine, but don‘t expect me to wear it until we win the war.“ „I can live with that.“ You‘d wear it if you‘d win the war, you promised yourself. ___ The battle of Exegol had ended in a massive victory. The only thing left to do was stabilizing the areas the first order had controlled. There was a massive celebration going on at the base and everyone that had survived this dilemma was overjoyed, dancing, hugging and just having a good time. After you landed you went straight to your room. Poe had landed not long after you and was subtly looking around for you after reuniting with his friends. That was until he saw you walk out of the living compound in a jacket that used to be his a couple months ago. *Don‘t expect me to wear it until we win the war.* He remembered. Suddenly this was the best reward for not giving up in the middle of that battle. You saw him running towards you just in time to prepare for being picked up and swung in a circle. „You look good.“ He eyed you before his eyes went back to your smile. „Just keeping up a promise.“ You scanned over his face. He looked happy, tired, lost, a little hot with all the minor cuts on his face, but mainly relieved. „A green planet in the middle of nowhere, huh?“ The corners of his lips twitched up. You looked around, „Maybe our ideas meet in the middle.“ „Yeah, maybe they do,“ he mumbled, getting closer. Before he could make it more dramatic you grabbed his neck and pulled him toward you for a kiss. A long beep came rolling towards you and you both broke the kiss with a chuckle. You crouched down to his height and pet him, „Thanks for keeping this idiot safe.“ His head went to the side a bit, before looking at your jacket and up at Poe. You could only imagine the nod coming from him behind you as there was an excited long beep emitting from the droid. *I have a mom!* That threw you off-guard for a second before you started laughing. „Oh, BB-8. You‘re a tiny mess. And you also have a sibling if we go by that logic. BB-12 is still getting fixed.“ The small droid rolled around you happily, beeping a little song. You stood back up to look at Poe, „So, what‘s the plan, General?“ His jaw tensed for a second, „Maybe drop the title, because that‘s dangerous territory coming from your mouth off-mission.“ You stepped closer and whispered into his ear, „Maybe you just need to control yourself better. General Dameron.“ You saw his entire body tense up and his eyes close with an annoyed huff, partially because he knew you were right, but mostly because he hated that you knew how to push his buttons. „The plan is building a better base, Commander.“ He answered coolheaded, staring ahead. „Alright.“ With a big kiss on his cheek you turned around and played with BB-8...still in his kriffing jacket. Why did you have to do that to him today? He didn‘t have a long time to think about it, too many civilians from the battle wanting to speak to him.

[gorodezki]

[kiarcheo]

A Whole New World    5/10

Jane and Kat find out there is more to each other…and to the new world they have found themselves in.

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‘Look what I’ve got?!’

Kat grabs the slips of paper Jane is waving in her face. They are train tickets. ‘Okay?’

‘Do you know what’s there?’

‘No?’ Kat is confused but can’t help smiling at Jane’s excitement.

‘Amusement park!’

‘Really?’

‘Yes! We’re going to make a day out of it.’

‘What about the others?’ As much as she chafes at being ‘controlled’, a whole day out, leaving the city, probably warrants a heads-up at the very least.

‘Sadly they are unable to join us as they all have prior commitments either in the morning or in the afternoon.’ Jane doesn’t sound sad at all.

‘You cheeky fox.’

‘Nobody expects subterfuge from the village idiot.’

‘Hey, that’s my role! You’re Dumb, but I’m Dumber.’ Kat swats at her.

‘We should get that on t-shirts.’

‘And you’re clearly the brain of our duo.’

‘Wow,’ Jane brings a hand to her chest, ‘nobody ever accused me of such a thing.’

‘Well, certainly you’re not the brawn. You might have built some muscles in your legs skating, but you still have noodle arms.’

/

‘Would you like a map?’ the cashier at the entrance asks as he hands them their wristbands.

‘Yes, please, it’s our first time visiting.’

‘Then you choose a good day. Mid-week we don’t get too many people so you can enjoy and explore the grounds without too much crowds...and queues.’

They move away from the gates before stopping.

‘Where to first?’

They both look around in awe.

‘Adult slides?’

They study the map trying to find them. ‘Here!’ a finger points the number corresponding to the picture. ‘Astroglide here we come!’

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‘Should we try something else?’ Kat asks, picking up her mat, after they had gone down the slides various times. ‘We can come back,’ she adds seeing the yearning look Jane shoots the attraction.

‘Do you want to...’ Jane points towards the roller coaster.

‘Honestly?’

Jane nods.

‘Not really?’ Kat winces as even on the ground they can hear the people currently on it screaming their heads off.

‘Thank God,’ Jane breaths out. She is not keen on being that far up in the air. She is sure it’s safe and all, but like with airplanes, she doesn't really want to test it herself.

They keep walking around. ‘What about this?’ Jane asks stopping in front of a garish bright structure that announces itself to be a fun house.

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‘Never again,’ Kat pants out, face flushed and hair escaping her ponytail. ‘Never been this close to dying for a second time!’

‘There is nothing fun about dying of a heart attack,’ Jane agrees, hands clutching her chest. ‘At the cost of sounding like an old lady–’  

‘Yes.’ Kat nods. She can’t find it in herself to muster up her usual teasing about Jane’s age. It’s like she has lost her sass together with her breath. ‘Let’s find something nice and calm.’

The hall of mirrors proves to be the right choice, leaving them breathless but this time with laughter.

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‘Are they crashing into each other on purpose?’ Kat looks on confused as colourful little cars bump into others much to the hilarity of everyone involved.

‘Fancy a drive?’ Jane elbows her. ‘Could be a literal crash course on driving.’

Kat rolls her eyes at the pun, but soon they find themselves seated onto a small, pink bumper car, Kat at the wheel.

‘You know how you said you have no plans to get a car?’ Jane asks, bracing herself, as once again the car jerks, the forward movement immediately stopping as Kat tries to figure out how to drive it. ‘Please stick to that.’

‘Let’s see how you do then!’

She makes to stand up, car still in the middle of the floor with people bumping into them.

‘Maybe we should pull over to one side before swapping?’ Jane throws an arm around her waist, stopping her.

‘That's the whole problem!’ Kat snarks. ‘If I could do that, we wouldn’t be swapping.’

Thankfully the time runs out and all cars slow down. Some people leave theirs, new people getting in, others stay waiting for the new session to start. And Kat and Jane trade places.

‘Never getting into a car with you,’ Kat informs her cousin as they leave the attraction.

‘What? Why? I was good!’ And she was. In the thick of the action, skilfully – especially for a first timer – trying to evade getting bumped while chasing others, and gleefully and viciously crashing into them.

‘Because I saw the glint in your eyes. You make for a scary driver. And I bet that you would have road rage.’

/

‘What happened?’

Jane and Kat, who had just returned home, stare at Anna confused.

‘Your...’ the fourth queen motions with her finger to her forehead.

The cousins look at each other. Then realisation dawns on Kat. Indeed, there is a red mark on Jane's forehead.

‘She walked into a glass wall,’ Kat reveals with a giggle.

‘All your fault.’

‘Mine?’

‘Yes! Who distracted me?’

‘I just called your name. It was you who decided to turn around to flip me off, and consequently headed straight into it. How is that my fault??’ Kat protests. ‘Also, headed....because you went with your head in first, you got it?’

Jane storms off.

‘She doesn’t want to admit that the pun was brilliant and she loved it,’ Kat tells Anna before going to the kitchen.

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‘Aaaahh!’ Jane screams jerking away. ‘Bloody hell, K, it’s cold!’

‘Well, it is ice.’ Kat holds the pack up with a grin. ‘For your head.’

Jane snatches it from her. ‘That was not my head.’

‘I thought about throwing it at you...’ Kat plops down on the bed.

‘How is slapping it on my nape any better?’ Jane grumbles but joins her on the bed, scooting towards the wall to lean against it. She tilts her head backward so that the ice pack stays in place without holding it there.

‘Does it hurt?’ Kat asks, genuine concern in her voice.

‘Not really. Only if I furrow my brows.’

‘Then don’t,’ Kat says, moving so that she is in the same position, back against the wall.

‘Thanks for the advice, Doctor Howard,’ Jane remarks drolly. ‘What are you going to do?’ she then asks out of the blue.

‘Uh?’

‘The number.’

‘Oh,’ Kat hums in realisation. ‘Nothing.’

‘You are not going to call?’

‘I don’t even know her. All we exchanged was, well, our orders and some small talk.’ And then as they were leaving, the waitress had handed her a slip with her phone number, along with the receipt for their food. ‘And I live in a different city anyway.’

‘So it’s not because it’s a girl?’

Kat stiffens. An uneasy silence falls as she stares at her lap, picking at the skin around her nails until Jane’s hand covers them, stilling their movement.

‘It’s okay.’

'Is it?‘

‘Of course.’ Jane hasn’t heard such vulnerability in Kat’s voice...well, she never did. She IS cagey with her feelings, and even once they got closer, Kat had switched from not talking about how she feels to talking about it sarcastically. ‘I don’t care who you like, as long as they treat you well.’

Kat twists around to hug her. ‘Best sister I could have asked for.’

‘Cousin. Second cousin.’

‘Shut up,’ Kat grumbles. ‘You know what I meant.’ She releases her. ‘We were having a moment and you ruined it.’

Jane knows Kat is not really upset, but– ‘I love you too.’

‘Now,’ she drawls, ‘I never said that.’

Jane shoves Kat, who ends up sprawled on the bed. ‘Now who is the one ruining the moment?’

/

‘Ow!’ Kat rubs her arm. ‘I did not throw the ice pack at you! And a book hurts more.’

A flash of remorse appears on Jane’s face, before vanishing. ‘You deserve it.’

‘I deserve to have a book chucked at me?’

‘Yes. Because you told me to read it.’

Kat picks it up to look at the title. ‘I just told you about the series.’ She had not read it herself. ‘But I thought you liked the first one?’

‘Exactly. Except the others are terrible.’

‘I’m…sorry? But I can’t really do anything about that?’

Jane still looks quite...perhaps not upset, but annoyed.

‘Want to talk about it?’

The regret starts fifteen minutes into Jane’s rant.

‘Am I right?’

Kat blinks at her. ‘I have not read any of them, so I have no idea what you’re talking about.’

Jane deflates.

‘How you tried checking online?’ Kat suggests. ‘It was a really popular series so I‘m sure that there are other people who didn’t like it...maybe you can find some to complain with?’

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‘You were right,’ Jane announces, walking into Kat's room.

‘I usually am,’ Kat says cheekily, ‘but about what?’

‘There are lots of people hating those bloody books. Or better, the wasted potential of them. They are even writing alternative storylines and endings!’

‘Are you going to do it too? I remember you having lots of opinions and ideas on how the story should have gone.’

Jane stares at her for a long moment. ‘Do you think I could?’

‘Of course.’ Kat has no hesitation whatsoever.

‘Really?’ Jane seems to have plenty of them though. ‘I mean, I know I’m not Cathy.’

‘Just because she was the one who wrote in the past, it doesn’t mean she is the only one allowed to write now,’ Kat points out. ‘Perhaps we should all die again soon too, since–’

‘Fine, fine, I get it, no need to–’ Kat has a point, but still... She blows out a breath. ‘But I’ve never done it. Not now that we’re back, and certainly not in the past.’

‘Everyone has to start somewhere. And it’s not like you have to publish or anything like that, you know? If you want to write, write. Even if you do it just for yourself.’

[melon-wing]

just passing by to inform you that I’ll sometimes randomly remember the existence of a writing of yours and smile like an idiot. Your fanfics are just instant serotonin lol

That is adorable. Thank you

I also sometimes remember the existence a writing of mine… especially unfinished ones… oh gosh. These days I only ever have the energy to share headcanons or snips on discord.

But I‘m happy to see that there‘s still people stumbling into my very inactive blog and leaving notes. You guys are the best ❤️